Country of Countrymen [Yandere! Males! X F! Reader] | under editing

A Vɪᴀʟ ᴏғ Wᴀᴛᴇʀ

           Marcel felt himself glow stronger when he felt the presence of his master from somewhere nearby. His ears perked up to detect if she was calling for him, but he could hear none. Perturbed, he woke up and was drawn closer to her energy. Passed the trees he goes, Marcel spotted [F/n] running and jumping over low shrubs.

'Is she being chased?' His ears danced in intrigue, hoping to pick up another source of disturbance, but only found [F/n] as the sole proprietor of the unnecessary noises in the woods. Still, he followed her secretly. It wasn't easy to conceal himself, especially with the distracting light he carried, but if he prefers to be ignored, people tend to not notice him, unless he wants to hypnotize someone.

Silently, he stalked his master. Farther into the woods, he was certain that she has arrived to the Jamcharlys' territory, who were perceived as assassins. Marcel could testify this to be true, when politics were bloodier back then. The Jamcharlys and the Bridgers fought for the top positions, until eventually, a Bridger became President, and a Jamcharly became the Presidential Spokesman. They didn't get along, and often did the spokesman embarrass the president, so the latter took vengeance in removing him from position. But when another generation is born, a Jamcharly succeeds to be a Presidential Spokesman.

Years ago, a congressman was discovered to have been brutally murdered by Zsar Jamcharly's father; the Supreme Court dealt with the matters accordingly. Rumors went flying around about the history of the Jamcharly. Apparently, it wasn't the first murder case, and it certainly wasn't going to be the last.

Marcel stayed hidden. He watched as Chaz exited the manor to greet [F/n]. Although he believed that people had their own characters, he had an unsettling feeling about Chaz. Marcel remembered Chaz helping [F/n] twice to catch him, and it was questionable why he would entertain her when she was a daughter of a Bridger, an opposing force to the Jamcharlys.

On the other hand, [F/n] rambled endlessly. To calm her, Chaz led her away from his parents' house. When they were away from the manor, he told her to breathe and relax. And when she was done following his advice, she was quick to deliver an announcement.

"Amos is dead!"

Struck by the news, Chaz remained still.

"He- he ended his life." She gulped, throat dry as she gasped for breath. "And- and I need to ask you something!"

"[F/n]!"

Startled by the call, [F/n] turned to Chaz and grabbed his sleeve in desperation, his eyes immediately taking the message that she was in need of help. "I know that the Palace is after you, but I really need to talk to you!" She pleaded, her eyes imploring. "I-it's something important, and I'm sorry if I led them here to you..."

"Have you perhaps given into rumor that I have a dangerous family?" He chuckled in a low voice, collecting her confused reaction. "I mean; did you lead them here to capture me?"

"No! I wouldn't!" She denied, her face plastered with utmost confidence. When she heard Nicolai summoning her name, he sounded closer than before, accelerating her heart in fear. "Come on, let's hide!" She tugged his sleeve to run to his parents' house, but he didn't move.

He touched her arm, smiling softly at her. "Go and hide behind that bush," he suggested calmly. However, she gave him a puzzled look. Putting his arm over her shoulders, he assisted her behind the thick shrub. "Keep your head low and I'll deal with him."

Her heart fluttered at his willingness to help; it was as if he was an angel in disguise. Unfortunately, she remembered that even the guards must have followed her, so if they see Chaz, they might arrest him for the accusation that he had kidnapped her. "W-wait, they'll capture you─"