Flowers |King!Yandere x Female!Reader|

Imperials

  You sat peacefully beneath a tree, humming gently to a little lamb that laid in your lap.  It was a nice day, nice and warm with a gentle breeze.  Sighing, you pick up the lamb and set it beneath the tree to get up.  Wiping the grass and dirt off your dress, you pick up your straw basket and head to the plains at the end of a lush forest.

  Looking around, you find a bush of blackberries, surrounded by thorns.  Huffing, you get on your knees and stick your hand through the thorns, picking a few of the ripe and non infested blackberries.  Pulling your arm out, you place the handful of berries into the basket before going in again and getting the last handful.  Getting up, you brush the grass and dirt off of your knees before running to you and your father's log cabin.

"Papa, I picked the berries." You say, running up the porch. "Alrighty, set 'em in the kitchen."  You walk inside the house, setting the basket down on the table.  Walking into your room, you change into a pair of your bloomers, a white tank top, and some boots. Picking up your bag, you make sure you have at least a knife, bandages, a dress, towel, and some snacks.

  "I'm going down to the creek, I'll be back soon." You say to your father as you run over to Thistle, your Belgian Tervuren dog, to unhook her lead. Running down a dirt path you soon make it to the shining, clear waters.  Setting your bag down on a large rock, you charge into the shallow waters with Thistle.  Thankfully the water was lukewarm, so you could run through it without you turned into ice by the slight wind.

  After throwing a stick for Thistle to chase, you sigh, bending down to wash your hands which had small, painful yet deep cuts.  After doing so, you walk to your bag to wrap some bandages around your hands.  Setting the bandages down when you're done, you walk into the woods to find a large stick that Thistle wouldn't break so easily.

  In a small glade, two ravens peck at something thin and long, clearly flailing each time it was touched.  Running over you scare the birds off, looking down to see a young garter snake with several scales picked up and bleeding.  "Oh you poor baby.."  You mutter, grabbing the snake gently by the head with your thumb on its cranium so it wouldn't bite you and harm itself more.

  Walking over to the water, you clean your free hand before dripping some water onto the flicked scales.  "Your tongue flick is good.. You do have mites though."  You sigh, looking at the chiggers underneath it's checkered scales.  Picking up a stone beside you, you put half of the snake into the water, letting it wrap it's tail end around the rock for security.

  Once you'd gotten as many mites off as possible and tended to the wounds, you set it free by some of the undergrowth away from the small glade.  Grabbing a large stick, you walk over to Thistle, looking down to her to make sure she was ready before throwing it.  Chucking it, she darts across the water with excitement before picking up the stick and running back at full speed back towards you.

  Barely dodging the fast, goofy dog, you sigh.  Taking the stick once again and chucking it a few more times, you soon grow tired.  Sitting down on the rock beside your bag, you pull out your snacks which included, jerky, bread, and and a sweet, red apple. "C'mere girl."  You pat your thigh, calling Thistle to give her some jerky. 

  Holding your hand out, you feed it to her before eating the rest.  Once you were finished with your lunch you go to the knee high area of the river to hopefully catch some Brim.  Thankfully your father had taught Thistle to catch fish since she was a puppy so you had at least some chances of catching fish without a net or fishing rod.  Crouching on top of a large rock above the regular spot for the fish, you stand still with your hands ready to grab one that was still and close enough.

  After waiting several minutes, you see one come close enough for you to lunge at.  Positioning your hands, you plunge them into the water, clutching the fish so it couldn't flail away before running to the shore and placing it in a circle of rocks to dry out.  "...Dangit!"  You exclaim, you'd been so used to your father always bringing the pail you didn't think about it.  You turn back to Thistle, "Stay." you demand before running up the hill and back to your cabin. 

  Grabbing the pail by the hand pump, you frantically look for the net which had fallen in the dirt.  Picking it up, you run back down the dirt path, your hands on your knees once you make it back down.  Walking to the river, you fill the bucket with water before placing the gasping Brim into the pail. "I feel bad 'cause I'm gonna eat you.."  You frown to the fish.  Going back to Thistle, you wait by the water again with her. 

  In one fell swoop, the net went through the water, fast enough to catch three Brim.  "It's your turn, girl."  You pat the dog on her head as you walk over to the pail, putting the fish into it one by one.  Picking the net back up, you sit down and watch Thistle fish, giggling at the silly faces she made in the middle of lunging. 

  .-:-. .-:-. 

  After she'd caught three more Brim and you placed them into the pail, you look at the sun which had moved higher into the sky.  Grabbing your towel, you dry off, then Thistle.  Arranging your bag, slipping on your dress and boots, and slinging the towel over your shoulder, you pick up the pail before calling your companion and walking up the dirt path once again.

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  Though, you pause.  You saw what looked like a black horse dressed in imperial armor at the top of the hill by your cabin. "Papa.." You mutter as adrenaline overwhelms you. You run up the hill with Thistle, you throat felt like it was closing up and you felt nauseous.  Making it to the top, your eyes are wide open as you see four imperial horses, three with guards and one with a man dressed in fine armor.