Painting the Roses Blue (wonderland au)

Chapter 3

King of Hearts Murdoc Niccals lived a life of leisure. He had no anxieties pertaining to how he ran his kingdom or would continue to run his kingdom in the following decades. He was a good and strong leader, but citizens often argued that the kingdom would run better with a queen at his side. Jokes on them, not only did Murdoc not particularly enjoy women, any past relationship he had with women all ended in beheadings. It wasn't his fault that they were stuck up bitches and he didn't want to deal with their bullshit. He didn't even care, it wasn't like he was lonely. He didn't need those whores. They couldn't handle him.

Murdoc was currently resting in his king sized bed, in his king sized room. The room was grand, beautiful gold and red plating throughout all the furniture in the room. The walls were a golden brown with pure gold accents, and the furniture was a soft yet dark red velvet. He was nested within a large pile of blankets and pillows, wearing some dark red silk pajamas. He hadn't yet fallen asleep, but was nearly on the brink of unconsciousness when Russel immediately barged into his room. His mismatched eyes shot wide open, sitting up to push some of the pillows off the bed. He wasn't so desperate for human contact that he would have ten pillows in his bed. He was definitely not.

"Russel! What the everloving fuck is your reasoning for interuppting me in the middle of my beauty rest?!" He narrowed his eyes, trying to seem intimidating despite both him and Russel knowing that he wouldn't harm his friend. He briefly scanned over Russel's person, finally landing on the blue and red mess that sat in his arms. He strained his eyes to look at the unconscious man. Murdoc quickly reached over to his nightstand to light one of the many candles that resided on the table.

Stuart was in a deep state of sleep, so deep that he could easily sleep through a natural disaster. His arms were wrapped tightly around his torso, and if he was not currently held up by Russ, he would be in a tight fetal position. His face was bruised and bloodied, a cut at the top of his lip finally starting to scab over, however blood still leaked from the open wound. His body was covered with his own shirt and pants, but the shirt was ripped and stained deep red.

Murdoc smirked, holding his hand up to stop Russel from responding to the original question. "Who's this lovely little thing you have right here? I've never seen a bunny like this before," He trailed off as he got out of bed and made his way to Stuart, slowly lifting up one of Stuart's ears, feeling the fur between his fingers. It was soft, so soft that it was difficult to believe that he was just recently found outside. He let a gentle smile slip through before clearing his throat and standing tall. He didn't want Russel to see him vulnerable.

"He crashed over our wall and passed out in some geraniums, your majesty. He was in clear pain, so I took him in. I wanted to consult you before any further actions, I'm sorry for waking you up, sir," Russel quickly explained, setting him gently on the bed after getting permission from the king. Murdoc sat beside Stuart, poking and prodding at the younger man, playing with his hair.

"Any indications as to who he is or where he's from?" Murdoc quietly asked, barely audible to even Russel, who wasn't even a foot away from the pair. Russel only shook his head in response, continuing to stare at the bunny.

"It would appear that he is from the White Kingdom, due to his white collared shirt and gloves. Should I alert a messenger to prepare to journey to the White Kingdom to tell th-"

"No." Murdoc interrupted immediately, his tone darkening. "He is not going back to that whore's castle. He's lucky he broke away." He continued to play with Stuart's hair subconsciously, stiffening when he realized his actions. The hand that once held the blue hair was immediately removed and set back on his lap, staring up at Russel. Russel only stared back down at the king, raising a brow. His stoic demeanor dissipated slightly, knowing he could be comfortable around the king.

"I believe it is safe to assume that your majesty has taken a liking?" He grinned slightly. Murdoc chuckled a bit before clearing his throat, trying to be serious once more.

"Well, he doesn't seem completely worthless. Tell my personal nurse to clean him up and have him resting in the guest room. The nice one, across the hall. When he wakes, we'll speak to him about his new life here. He's going to stay with us for now." Murdoc ran a quick hand through his hair. "And- tell my nurse to send me in once he's clean and in some proper, red pajamas. I think red would look very nice on him."

Russel nodded in acknowledgement. "Of course." He gently picked the poor bunny up once more. While beginning to carry him out of the bedroom, he paused, turning to look back at Murdoc. He smiled. "He seems like a nice addition to the castle. Perhaps a permanent addition, if I may be so bold."

Murdoc grunted, trying to contain a smile of his own as he crawled back into his empty bed. "You may not be so bold. You act as if we're friends."

"I have some good evidence to exhibit that we are."

"Yeah, okay, whatever, just clean the kid up, yeah? He's going to get an infection if he stays in this state. Not like I care."

"I'm sure you don't."

a/n ik murdoc is a little ooc but im trying my best lol