❤Majesty❤ - (2doc) Fanfiction

Chapter 12: It's Okay to Talk

Our favorite boy decides he will never listen and will run back into hell just because he loves his green man <3

***Short Chapter***

After the bath Murdoc had to speak with the committee. As he was getting dressed I begged him not to say anything about the two men at the table. He gave me his word, although I didn't believe him for one second. He left a kiss on my forehead and walked out into the hall, letting the door creak and shut with a thud. After relaxing on his bed for quite some time in my towel I realized I should get up and to my own room. The bed was now damp and uncomfortable anyways. I got changed into a soft silk shirt along with some lazily fitting pants, both items being Murdoc's so the fit was quite a ways off. Leaving his room carefully I walked down a few corridors to my own. As I came around the corner I found a small girl dressed in a maid uniform that has been customized with little pins, designs, and I think paint, in front of my door with her lips spread into a sinister smile.

"Noodle what are you doin?" I groaned, knowing that I am going to get mocked. The smile lowered and she cocked her head, the high-pitched and accent heavy voice finally making an appearance,

"What happen to your face toochi?"

I shrugged, I really didn't want to admit anything and especially to her.

"Did Murdoc do that?" She pressed on as I brushed past her into my room, not surprisingly her little feet clicked behind me and followed. Digging through my clothes I ignored her repetitive questions.

"Stu! Answer!" She yipped as she pulled my arm, finally turning around I looked at her worried face, realizing this wasn't about jokes an anymore. Noodle was concerned, she was my closest thing to a friend her and she really did care. I shouldn't close her off, she may be the one to save my life if the King doesn't like me anymore one day.

"He was drunk" I responded softly, watching her face twist into anger but her eyes kept remorseful. She began talking in a foreign language, yet I knew there was no positive words involved. After a brief tantrum she pulled my arm for me to sit onto the bed with her. Her hand was unnaturally cool and she smelt of mint and candy, a differing smell from the usual scent of the king. Although I have to admit that I do prefer his, especially the smell we make together. Also I don't know if I was so use to the Kings heat or if I was burning up from anxiety.

Her little fingers brushed away my hair carefully as she got a better look at the wound. Her nails were dull yet and clean although she had dirt on her knees and most of her dress had patches of dust and soil. I figured she's been crawling around the deeper places of the castles, she likes to watch the guards and listen in to their conversations as she ate sweet treats from the kitchen. Even when caught (very rarely) she was never punished, I think many people were scared of the little girl, she was fierce. We wrestled a few times and I only spent seconds on my feet. Most the time I was pinned down after a harsh landing from my feet being grabbed from underneath me. I would always here that cheerful and chittering laughter and I couldn't help but laugh myself. She was well prepared to defend for herself in any instance though. I think she even helped the knight learn some moves. I wouldn't expect russ to move as fast as her but strength wise he could hold his own. A few times I had caught them laughing, they talk a lot when he is away from his duties. She told me that he loved music and the finer things. One day he'd love to design some clothing for the king as well. It was humorous imagining this but I remembered that I dreamed about fucking him and hey now I am! So I guess dreams do come true. Maybe when his comes true he could make me a cool cape too. Snapping out of my thoughts I noticed her lips moving repetitively, "wha?"

Shaking her head, "Why you stay?"

This question was to be expected although I truly didn't know; maybe it was because I am too hopeful? Or maybe I am too stupid. I pondered about the question, making her ask it again as if I hadn't been listening to her. "I love him" I admitted, this morning was amazing and the King that I fell in love with is in the man who did this. I couldn't turn off my feelings no matter how hard I tried. She pursed her lips, not being satisfied with the answer.
"How many times?" Her accent was growing again, but not in anger.

"Once, he promised it wouldn't happen again, he loves me too" I assured her. Noodles small hand rested onto mine, her eyes barely visible under her black fringe. She didn't look like she believed me.

"He said sorry, its fine Noods, I swear," I continued, trying to offer her comfort. I've never seen her so distressed and honestly it made me feel awful inside. Worse knowing it was because of me.

"Be careful?" She spoke slowly as she squeezed my hand.

"Yeah, yeah" I waved her off, I saw some comfort come to her face, yet it left quite quickly because the war horns began blasting outside.

"Oh no" I mouthed and changed quickly. I ran out of my room, leaving Noodle yelling my name in her thick accent. Feeling my feet pound the ground I went out to where the main balcony was. I looked over the edge, seeing El Diablo running with my King in full uniform, leading the red army towards the charging white. My heart was racing; Murdoc would surely kill me if I pulled the last stunt again. I couldn't just watch though and as I processed what was happening the armies were feet apart. The white queen was nowhere to be seen. My hopes for a quick battle were gone. The only way this was going to end quickly if my King was killed or if the armies were tore apart instantly. Russ was directly behind my leader. My heart ached and my palms grew sweaty, I needed to be down there. I needed to help somehow! Right? As the armies began to fight I noticed the Bandersnatches tearing into the field. Kicking up dirt as their large paws broke the ground beneath them, they were nightmarish creatures that are captured and raised to protect the kingdom. Usually when they were released, not many people were to come back alive. Seeing them jump onto the white soldiers sent chills down my spine. The aggression between the beasts and soldiers taking stabs at each other burned into my mind. Why was this happening? Why is it when I just begin to have a normal relationship a damn war is upon us.

An idea broke into my mind, one that was probably going to get me killed. I searched around the castle, finding armory. Noodle and I use to play with the swords and act as knights. Suiting up in the iron armor I placed the helmet on my head, concealing my wild blue hair and ears. The suit was hot and made my skin feel irritated but I picked up the sword and shield anyways. Adjusting to the weight of the items I began working my way out. My steps feeling heavy and my arms weighed down. It'll all be worth it. Especially if it could save my Kings life.