Marc x Nathaniel Yandere Oneshots

You will stay here, and you do not have a choice in the matter.

Contrary to what the villagers believed, Marc was not happy. Sure, his husband was the king of Paris, he lived in a beautiful palace, he had all the riches he could ask for, and servants waited on him hand and foot.

This was the life people would kill for.

Before his life of luxury, Marc lived in the village with his mothers. He had his friends Aurore and Mireille. He was happy, and couldn't ask for anything else, he didn't want his life to change... But then the prince turned sixteen...

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Marc was reading in his room. He heard the front door and his mothers talking to someone

"What are you doing here?" His mom asked timidly

"We've come for your son."

This caught Marc's attention. He set his book down on his bed and listened to their conversation through his bedroom door. Who were his mothers talking to? What did they want with him?

"The prince ordered us to take him to the palace."

So they were guards. That still didn't ease Marc's worries. Why did the prince want him?

"You can't take him!" His mama yelled

"Please, madame, don't make this hard." One of the guards said in a non-threatening voice "The prince refuses to take no for an answer. Just give us your son, and this will be much easier."

Marc slowly cracked his door open a little bit and walked down the hall and peered around the corner where he saw his mothers standing in front of the guards. One was blonde, the other was brunette. Both looked quite remorseful, a side to them he's never seen before.

Once a week, the guards would patrol the streets of Paris and keep people in line. They always had cold, emotionless looks on their faces, but Marc was now starting to believe it was a facade

"We won't let you take our son! We don't care what the prince says!" His mama yelled

The blonde guard shook his head "Madame, you don't understand. The prince will see to it that the village faces severe hardships if he doesn't have your son." He explained. Marc was horrified. What was this prince's problem?

"Well, what does he even want with Marc?" His mom asked. Was she considering giving Marc up?

"As you know, the prince has turned sixteen. Which means he's of age to become king, and... Marry your son."

'MARRY?!'

Their heads turned... Did he say that out loud?

His mom walks over to him "Marc, please go back to your room."

"Did you not hear them?" He gestures to the guards "The prince will make everyone in the village miserable!"

Mama gave him a stern look "Marc, that boy is unstable. We will not let him have you!"

The green-eyed boy looked to the guards, then back to his mothers "I'm going."

His mothers start crying and begging him to stay. He gives them one last hug, the two women savored every second of it before the brunette guard walks over to them and held his arm out for Marc. He took it and was led outside where he saw most of the villagers watching the scene before them

Among the crowd were Aurore and Mireille. The two girls looked terrified for their friend. He looked back at his home and saw his tearful mothers standing at the doorway

The blonde guard opened the door to a pristine white horse-drawn carriage, and Marc was escorted inside

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