Kingdom of Possession (Yandere King x Reader)

Chapter 4: The Presentation

Eventually you were able to force yourself to undress so that you could put the dress on. Shockingly, it fit perfectly, and you shivered as you thought how this could be possible. You had no idea what had happened to you between when you blacked out in the auditorium and when you woke up in the locked room, and you had no desire to find out.

You silently emerged from the bathroom, the long train of the dress trailing behind you. You sat on the edge of the bed as Eliza braided your hair and placed a few white flowers in your (h/c) locks. She turned your head to face her and began applying some kind of makeup to your face and eyes. When her job was finished, she retreated to the corner of the room and sat down, an exhausted look on her face. You instantly felt sorry for her.

"You know, Eliza, if you want to take a quick nap in the bed over here, you're welcome to," you said, trying to sound as inviting as possible.

You thought that you saw Eliza's eyes light up momentarily, but the look of sadness soon filled her eyes once more. "I truly wish I could, Miss (y/n), but the sun has almost set. The guards will be here shortly to take you to the Presentation."

"He...Zachariah won't be one of those guards, right?" you asked, wondering if you really wanted to hear the answer.

"Yes, he will be. He's one of the main guards in the kingdom. He's know for his...very persuasive tactics," Eliza whispered. You shook your head and placed your head in your hands. Maybe if you just closed your eyes it would all be a dream...

But you weren't so lucky. You heard the lock on the door click as Zachariah and another guard entered your room. Zachariah first addressed Eliza: "You, leave. Go take your place in the throne room." Eliza, her head turned down, quickly darted out of the room. Then, Zachariah turned to you, a huge grin plastered on his face. "Hello, (y/n). You're looking much better than before. That dress really suits you. If only it was sheer..." He winked at you, which you ignored. Instead you merely glared at him. He threw his hands up in mock surrender. "I suppose that was a little inappropriate. That's Prince Alaric's job to take that dress off."

You refused to say anything despite the fact that your heart was beating out of your chest. Zachariah frowned. He marched over to where you were sitting and grabbed your hair. You cried out in pain as he yanked you towards the door. "I don't like it when servants ignore me."

Once you were at the door, Zachariah held your hands behind your back as you tried to escape his hold. The other guard placed shackles on your wrists to bind your hands together. Zachariah grabbed your shoulder and pushed you out of the room, whispering in your ear, "You can either walk on your own, or I can carry you. Doesn't make a difference to me."

"There is no way that I'm going to let you touch me again," you spat, ripping your shoulder out of his grasp.

He chuckled loudly. "So now you decide to talk. I hope the prince doesn't get too jealous."

Zachariah and the other guard each grabbed one of your shoulders and began to steer you forward. The three of you began walking down the long halls of the castle, winding this way and that until you lost all sense of direction. Even if you hadn't been caught by Zachariah, there was no way you could have navigated through the maze of corridors inside the castle. You were trapped like a rat in a maze.

"Why would he be jealous of a servant talking to you?" you grumbled indignantly. "Not to mention you're a piece of shit..." your murmured to yourself.

"What was that, (y/n)? You want to speak up a bit?"

"N-no," you stuttered, afraid he would hurt you again. But it felt so good to insult him.

Just as you began to wonder how much longer you would have to walk, Zachariah pulled you down a staircase and you entered a large hall. Tapestries hung along the grey stone walls, and the floor was covered with red and gold carpeting. Suits of armor stood along the walls, and these ones actually held weapons of all different kinds, from swords to maces to clubs. An enormous crowd of people stood on either side of the long room, creating a pathway that led up to a raised platform. On the platform stood three thrones, each of different sizes. Two of them were empty, but the middle one, the largest, was occupied by a young man who looked to be about your age. He had short blonde hair that spiked out at various angles. He was extremely tall; he must have been over six feet, at least. He wore a white tunic and black pants, which were mostly covered by the elaborate drape that he wore over his shoulders, which was red with white fringe around the edges. Atop his head sat a gold crown with various colored jewels embedded in it. At his feet sat almost a dozen girls, all wearing the same outfit as Eliza. You realized these must be his other servants. But he had nearly twelve of them...why did he need you?!