(Craig Tucker x Reader): Stolen Love

12 ~ Hunted

"Just that I've never seen you smile before."

Cartman's POV
It's finally morning, I got dressed into one of my favourite outfits in order to impress Y/n.

Even though she doesn't have a choice in this marriage but might as well impress her.

I hate Elves, I would never truly fall in love with them but Y/n is different, she's not like them.

She has powers, of course, I still don't actually love her, I could care less what happens to her.

I just want to have kids who will also possess those powers that she has.

If they're born elf then they die, only the humans get to live on with their lives, never an elf.

I would never be seen with an elf, for our wedding, I plan to cover up her ears to make sure that nobody can know that she's truly an elf.

Or I could cut off her ears but I'm pretty sure people will notice and I'll be found out.

I knocked on her door, "Y/n, are you awake?"

No response.

"She hasn't been responding all-day." One of my guards spoke.

"You sure?" I asked, knocking on her door once again.

Once again, there was no response coming from inside the room.

This was making me angry, does she think she better than me? How dare she doesn't answer to me!

I forced open the door, slamming the door against the wall.

"You dare ignor-" I stopped midsentence.

Her room was all empty, not a single glance of a living being anywhere to be found.

I searched around her room, there was no sign of an exit or entry.

"Guards! Get everyone together, we need to conduct a search!" I screamed at my guards who were stationed right out of Y/n's room.

The guards ran down the hallway, gathering the rest of the guards and having them meet me in the throne room.

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"So, now that we're all here." I started, sitting on my throne, eyeing all of my guards.

"We had one of our prisoners escape from their very guard room. How they have escaped, we are unsure."

I lifted my staff into the air, sending an image of what Y/n looks like into their heads so they knew what she looked like.

"I want the group to be led by my trusted warrior, Clyde." I pointed my hand towards Clyde who looked honoured to be leading this group.

"Sir!" A servant ran into the throne room, looking quite worried.

"Speak filthy servant," I said, shooting the servant an angry glare for interrupting our very important meeting.

"The thief you told me to look for, he's gone too!"

That stupid backstabbing thief! He must have been the one who helped Y/n escape.