𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌'𝖘 𝕲𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 |ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ꜱᴇᴀᴠᴇʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ|

Chapter 22

Anyways, I'm a multi-fandom. Guilty.

Guys, check out 'Rare' by Selena Gomez! It's out now- Jack would be dead ass shook when he sees the video

I didn't
Proofread
This
Shit.

I bit the inside of my cheek as I stared up at my cream-white ceiling, letting my mind wander through the silence of the atmosphere. My injured eye became more severe than before- this may take a while to heal. I touched my eye lightly and felt that it has swollen to a bump- ah goddamnit.

I tossed and turn trying to get the perfect spot for me to sleep on my bed, for a comfy massive bed- this is ironically not working. I let out a big huff and sat up.

"These eyes won't sleep," I muttered to myself and try to think about boring stuff that would probably make me sleepy. Try thinking about ruling- yes, that seems fit.

I tried thinking about the ruling but it didn't let me fall asleep instead it made me anxious about the people and how I'm gonna work this out thoroughly through every problem they have. I push the roof of my mouth with my tongue and think about something else.

I walk towards my window- the moon's light penetrated through the window and it gives this blue light in my room. It's a full moon tonight. I sigh in contentment as my eyes gaze away to the moon.

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The king lazily woke up- He brushed his teeth, took a nice bath and put on his fancy outfits that every man and woman in his kingdom looked in envy. He stared down to his fatigued eyes and let out a puff- he has never fallen asleep since last night. He kept thinking about  Y/n and how she looks at him with complete animosity and disappointment- he never liked what happened one bit and the fact that he ruined his own party.

He could've let her be with that Pesky Herron but his strong emotional feeling wrapped itself around his brain and controlled him. He couldn't have done it better- he did worst. He shook his head and begin to descend through the halls.

He never missed to look at the family picture, it was as if his motivation for his everyday life. But it never filled the hole in his heart.

He sat down quietly on the seat of his grand dining room- the place is well arranged, significant to the eyes and how lonely it is. He gave a scowling look at the silence as he looked at the seat in front of him- the one she used to sit.

"Bring me my breakfast!" He soon scowls at everything. The chef quickly walks out of the doors of the kitchen with a couple of waiters handing out varieties of foods. They all bowed once they placed it on the table and head back to the kitchen.

As he eats silently- the silence made him contemplate. As he put a piece of food in his mouth, an idea popped in his head. He hesitantly approved of the idea.

How am I gonna do that? He questioned himself as he put down his fork. He sighs and bit the inside of his cheek. He clenched his jaws and stand up- walks through the doors.

"Bring me my horse," He said to the guard near the door- the guard quickly nodded and ran off. The king came back to his room to dress neatly- he put down his robe and place his crown on the sealed-glass box. What left him is the clothes behind the robe.

He riffled his head and thought about aborting the idea, but his mind has a bright side maybe this is a good idea.

He stepped out of the doors to see his horse has been waiting- the guard gave him the leash and then he hopped on he raised the leash and made a 'thwack!' Sound as he hit it against the horse. The horse ran as fast as he could.