"ATTENTION!!" A sharp voice echoed throughout the castle, making the crowd of people gathered in the ballroom look up to the grand stairwell. Prince Nightmare stood there, contrasting heavily to his image in the portrait behind him. Cross was to his right side, wearing his normal serious expression.
"Thank you, Cross." Nightmare purred, not even turning to look at his guard, who cracked a small smile. "Now... Citizens of the New Empire, I order that anyone loyal to my brother are to step forward."
A murmur of reluctance rippled through the crowd, before a small woman stepped forward, not even making it two steps before a tentacle shot out, stabbing her through the chest. She went limp, Nightmare dragging it back out as she collapsed to the tile floor. Multiple people from the crowd let out terrified screams.
Nightmare flicked his now blood-covered tentacle, tsking in annoyance. "Anyone else?" No one dared to even move a millimeter. The prince smirked in satisfaction. "Good. Now, if any of you dare to be loyal to my brother, you will face the consequences. You are all dismissed."
With that, he spun around and walked up to the stairs and to the throne room.
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Rightful | Crossmare
Fanfiction(#23 in X-tale) Prince Nightmare, unlike what everyone else convinced themselves, is the rightful heir to the throne. He is the oldest child, which means he is next in line to be king. Things don't go the way they are supposed to, and Nightmare deci...
