Flowers |King!Yandere x Female!Reader|

Beyond the hills

  Your throat began to close up as you clenched the handle of the pail.  Thistle had her hackles raised, she knew what happened.  You look to your father, lying prone to the ground as he was surrounded by blood.  You began to hyperventilate, bringing sound among the quiet place. With all four of the horses turning around, you run off with the pail with Thistle behind you.  "Get her!"  You hear a voice yell as the sound of hooves hitting the ground began. 

  Throwing the pail into the river, you run into the forest with Thistle, tripping, stumbling, and falling.  You continuously ran until your stamina was completely drained.  Finding a large oak, you stand behind it, holding Thistle close to you.  You could hear the hooves and talking. Your vision begins to blur as tears begin to flood down your cheeks along with snot.  Your father was dead and now you were being chased.

  The sounds of leaves crunching become louder. At this point you couldn't run or they'd probably shoot you with arrows. You stop breathing as you get down on your butt, holding Thistle's head to your chest as you clenched your eyes shut. They stopped right by you. It was over. You were going to be killed too. Your blood goes completely cold as you open your eyes.

  The newly crowned king grabbed your arm with his armored hand, lifting you up before you felt something hit the your anmien pressure point. It suddenly goes black, all you can feel is you falling into something hard and loud before it all went out.

.-:-. .-:-.

  Your unconscious body landed into the king's arms as a guard had hit your anmien pressure point. Thistle began barking, her hackles raised before she was kicked in the side. "Shut up, mutt. We'll come back for you later." The king groans. "Let's get going." He tells the guard before picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder. Putting you on the rear of his horse, he binds your wrists and feet with rope before hopping onto the black stallion himself. With him and his guards ready they being their way to the castle. 

.-:-. .-:-.

  Your eyes shoot open as you gasp. Your gaze flickers all around you as your blood goes cold once again. The texture beneath you was soft and gentle. Lifting yourself up, you see creamy bottom paneled walls, a white ceiling with fancy arches, white marbled floors. Your only guess would be a room in the castle.

  Looking to the large mahogany doors in front of the bed, you see a middle-aged maid look at you before exiting. Though you could hear people talking on the other side their speech was unintelligible. Lifting yourself from the bed, you run over to a vanity, looking through the drawers to find anything for defense. Finding nothing but brushes, combs, and other vanity items you move over to a bed side drawer.

  Though you found a dagger, you didn't think you'd have much courage to impale someone. In fact, watching someone die because of you would traumatize you. Hearing the doors open, you spin around, shutting the drawer behind you, you glare at the king entering the room. "My dear, you don't have to be afraid.." Giving an untrustworthy smile with half open eyes, he holds his arms out. 

  Pushing yourself further against the bedside table, you clench the dagger as your throat closes up. "Drop the weapon, please. We have lots to talk about." You feel your heart skip a beat at the mention of you being armed, glancing down at the shining metal, you drop it and step forward. Looking down at your boots, you walk towards him, your vision becoming slightly blurry as tears well up. "Let's go talk in my garden, shall we?" He says, wrapping his lanky arm around your waist.

  Opening the tall door, he takes you through the castle hallways and into a lush garden. There, you see Thistle. You eyes brighten up, your last little shine of hope burst towards you. Getting on your knees, the dog licks you rapidly with her tail wagging as fast as physically possible. With the dog calming down you look back to the king in which Thistle did so too but with her hackles slightly raised.

  "Let's sit down." He says, gesturing to a round marble table with fancy mahogany chairs. Sitting down, you place your hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingernails. "I.. why did you kill my father?" You meekly question, glancing to his cold eyes, biting the inside of your cheek as you awaited a response. "I'll tell you around dinner, dear." He smiles.

  You stop, staring blankly at the shining marble table before you. You'd heard of the young king being rude and possibly being mentally ill but.. killing your father? That was an extremity. If it was to protect your father and farm, you would've agreed to marry the king-- "It's alright, you'll warm up to me soon, and our wedding is a week away, isn't that enough time to get to know each other." He states with another untrustworthy smile.

  "Anyways, I already know your name but my name is Baron." You nod, glancing to a maid which approached you two. "My lady, it's time for us to dress you for dinner." She says as you stand up and follow her to your room which you were in before.

.-:-. .-:-.

  Looking at yourself in the mirror, you frown. You were dressed in an expensive, charcoal grey mid shin length dress with long bubble sleeves. Your flat mary jane shoes and white tights complimenting it well. It was too fancy compared to what you normally wore as a farm girl.

  "My lady." The maid speaks before opening the doors. Sighing you walk out, trailing behind the maid until you found yourself back in the garden, this time by a patio. The king on the other side of the porcelain white table, you sit down, your hands in your lap before you hear the king speak.