King (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 20

*Mark's P.O.V*

Minutes later, (Y/N) came out the room with what I made her wear. She looked absolutely stunning. She was a masterpiece made by God himself. 'How did I get so lucky?' I thought as the smile on my face became bigger while I was looking at her.

"This is uncomfortable." She said. She was wearing a long, purple skirt that went all the way to her legs and and a maching crop top that had bits of gold here and there. And for a bonus, I gave her a different scarf. It was still black, but the scarf also had gold bits on it.

"You look amazing (Y/N)." I complemented. She truly did!

"Dude, I can't move without feeling like pins are pricing my thighs." I kissed my teeth and helped her by stretching the waistband of the skirt a bit.

"Better?" I looked at her.

"Better."

"Good. Now come. We don't have much time left." I grabbed her arm and we rushed down the stairs. Amy and Felix met us down there.

"Jeez, can you guys walk any slower?" Felix said.

"Yeah, you guys were about to be late." Amy shool her head. "Come on." The duo then took us outside where there was the King's famous Camel. "You hear all those angry yells? The people are waiting for you; both of you." After I got up there, Felix helped (Y/N) get on top of the cartage. thanked him before the two went over to open the gates.

"I suggest you shouldn't make eye contact with people." I said. She nodded and placed her hands on his back. (Y/N) bowed her head so that certain people wouldn't recognized her. As the gates opened, the people were eirther on the left or right side of the road. Usually, the townspeople will be praising the King, saying thank you or the other way around, but, now it was different. The city went silent. Totally a different reaction I wasn't expecting.

"Umm, Excuse me?" Someone that looked like they worked with the newspaper called. "Is that your wife?"

"Why yes. Yes she is." I repiled and (Y/N) hit my back. The whole town gasped. And I don't think for a good reason. People then started to yell at us, saying that (Y/N) doesn't deserve to be my wife or that she needs to burn in hell. They threw rocks and sand at us.

"Mark, is this supposed to happen?" The quite voice of my girl spoke.

"Just let it happen."

"But they're throwing shit at me!" She said, louder than before.

"They're just butt hurt people. They'll get over it..." I lied. Unfortunately, the people started to get more violent by throwing bigger and heavier rocks and they started to yell louder. 'Well shit. This is not going as planned...'

"Mark, I really don't think it's that fact that they're butt hurt." (Y/N) said.

"Again, I just said relax. There's nothing to worry about." I lied again. Even though I know the exact reason they're showing hate to the female behind me, I still can't lie to my girlfriend. I mentally slapped myself and countiued on riding my camel.

"I really don't ha-" something cut (Y/N) off. Not even a second later, I heard the sound of something that collide with the floor. I truned my head backwards to see that (Y/N) has fallen to the ground. And beside her head was a big rock. The worst part is that it was her right hand that came to contact with the floor first, meaning all her weight went onto her right hand. Her wrist bone was out in the open, following some blood. I immediately jumped off of the camel and went down to (Y/N)'s aid.

"(Y/N)?!" I panicked. She was unconscious. Well, it was a two meter (79 inch) fall, so I didn't expect her to still be responsive. Apon closer look, it look like the rock hit her square on the side of her head. And she was bleeding. 'Shiiiit....' I ripped a peice of my clothing and placed on where it was blead. Some people surrounded us and helped (Y/N) by calling for help while others just stood around and snickered. Oh, two can play that game.

"Hold here." I told one of the people who were helping me to hold the peice of cloth and apply pressure. I stood up, dusted off my pants and went over to some of the people who were laughing at my (Y/N).

"You have some nerve to be laughing at your Queen. Throwing rocks and stuff, you are insufferable." I spat.

"And? What are you going to do about it?" One of the females smirked. "She's no fit for having the title 'Queen'. I do." She came up to me and placed her hand on my shoulder. She leaned her face closer to my ear.

"Why have a child as the Queen when you can have an adult like me?" She whispered. I removed her hand from my shoulder and too a step back.

"Yeah, because throwing a rock a her instantly makes you Queen." I kissed my teeth. "Truly disgusting." I truned around and went back over to my girl, looking as if nothing as changed since I left her. Only the fact that there was a few doctors surrounding her. I came in between the to see (Y/N)'s condition.

"Is she ok?" I asked one of them.

"The questions you should be asking is 'is she alive?'. If that rock was any bigger or hit her harder, she wouldn't have been alive right now." One of them replied. "Even though I obviously don't know how much it hurts, but I could only imagine that the pain she is in right now can kill a ten year old child." She was hit that hard? Holy shit...

"Well, she's gonna live, right?" I said, a bit a fear in my voice.

"I can't make any final conclusions, but she's fighting the pain. I belive, for now, that she'll be in a somewhat good condition." A few people who were helping sighed before slowly leaving me and the two doctors by ourselves. I kneeled down to I could take a closer look at my unconscious girlfriend. I sighed, looking at how much this girl has been through. (Y/N)'s has been though some serious Hell and this time, I'm not exaggerating. As I took a closer look at her face, I studied all her features. Her silky, (H/C) hair was now covered in dirt with some covering her eyes. (Y/N)'s bright, (E/C) eyes were now closed and her still plump lips showing through the black scarf. All on her now pale (S/C) face. I pushed some of the hair that was covering her forehead to the side and placed a soft kiss on her slightly bloody forehead. 'Please be alright...' I wished in my head. Then, the doctors came back from leaving. They brought back a streacher and placed (Y/N)'s cold body on it. They took her away to the near by hospital. Sighing, I walked back to the castle, leaving the camel so the guards could handle that.

(AN: Proper AN in the next chapter.)