One of you angels gave me this idea and I'm obsessed
So here u go pls enjoy this sorta medieval! Bill A/U
Oh yea, nsfw
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"Bring him in." Your voice echoes through the grand, marble coated room. Podiums hold the ten foot high ceilings up, ancient writing craved into them from the hands of rulers before you. You sit in your throne, the royal seat made of opals and gems that your village has collected over hundreds of years. People of the highest royalty have sat upon this throne, just as you do now, as its queen.
The golden double doors open with a heavy gust of wind, the guards' amor clinking together as they struggle to keep the large knight at bay; his gear disassembled and stripped off of him. He fights against their gloved hands wearing nothing but a cotton top and an old pair of jousting breches.
"That's enough, let him go." You speak lowly, the two men immediately halting and taking their hands off of the tousled man, their backs straightening as they stand alert. "You may go now. I can handle it from here." You wave a ring covered finger at them, signaling for them to leave you and the green eyed vigilante alone.
"Your highness, are you are you want to do that? With all he's done-?" You interrupt the bearded guard with a cock of your head, your hand raising. "Vardon. Do you doubt my ability to handle a man by myself? Do you think so low of your leader?" You question snidely, giving him innocent eyes as a sign that your question is rhetorical and to be answered carefully.
"N-no ma'am, I apologize. Please forgive me." He looks scared, worried and like a man who's pride is hurt. You can't say you like having this effect on people, but it sure is fun sometimes. "Go. Watch after the south wing." You demand, the two guards briefly bowing before scampering off, closing the large double doors behind them.
Your attention then diverts to the man below you approximately twenty feet away, his hands behind his back as he stands with his head high and a bit of caution in his big green eyes. You can almost see the specks of blue in them, even from your distant proximity. "Skarsgård. I have heard of your recent transgression, what is that-the fourth this year?" You question, shifting in your throne as he stares down at the white barbel floor and then back up.
"I am solemnly sorry your highness. I just did what I felt was right. That village attacked our people, I felt like they should reap what they have sown." His voice is smooth, not shaky one bit. He is confident in his word, though it's easy for someone to mistake it for arrogance. "So you did what you felt was right? Despite my strict injunction that if you crossed me again and disrespected my commands that you would be punished?"
You can see the blood rushing to his cheeks, his jaw clenching as anger boils throughout his veins. "I sought vengeance for our people. I took back the pride we lost from those thieves and murderers! Maybe if you knew how to rule a kingdom properly you would have sent our men out there yourself!" He yells, his large fists clenching at his sides as he bores holes into your scull with his viridian eyes.
