He Who Is Free ( Yandere x Reader)

The Wolfsbane.

        Fixing up his collar, Leonide sharply turns to you before taking a seat on his throne. Horatio had led the two of you to the throne room but mostly to allow Leonide to separate himself from the dining room and calm down. You jump as his eyes glare at you interrogatively, making you feel unease under his gaze. His pale fingers drummed against the arm rest of his throne, which was the smaller, and less grand one out of two. It was off centre, as the main place was taken by a larger throne with red cushioning, presumably for the King. The large windows behind him showcased the evening sky, mixed with the hues of orange as the sun had only just set, and the stars were becoming more visible.

The blue of his eyes rivalled the preciousness of the mid day sky's own gleam as he looked upon you. Pursing his lips slightly, he finally speaks whilst his other hand runs through the pushes back strands of his black hair coated in wax, with several falling out of order quite messily. "That uniform is suiting of your new position. Don't expect me to go easy on you just because you have royal blood. Understood?"

He inspects you from head to toe, and you finally respond after mustering up the confidence to talk back: "I didn't expect any special treatment anyway. Not that I would accept any leniency from somebody like you."

"Quite fiery, you are. You know, you are supposed to pay respects to your prince. Ah, in fact, I believe I have not formally introduced myself yet. Well, I am Crown Prince Leonide Maxence Beaulieu, the eldest and only legitimate son of Maxence Saint Beaulieu II, heir to Sica Empire," He remarks, finally introducing himself. He looks at you coldly, as though void of any emotion. He was already different from the first time that you met him. It seemed that now you were working for him, his real self had to be hidden.

"I'd rather not pay respects to a murderer, particularly the man who took everything I have."

"And has given you a new chance at life? Tell me, wasn't your life miserable back home? With barely a morsel to scrape by, the economy completely fallen apart and, as I have heard, family members who only care for themselves?" He inquires, a smug look on his face.

"My father cared about us very much!" You exclaim in protest, your emotions releasing at even the slightest stain that could be put on your father's name.

"I think you don't know the truth about your father, young [Name]. There are many corrupt things that he has done, which seems like you don't know about. For example, were you not aware of your father sending the royal guards out to collect people of lower class from the streets, those without a home, and selling them as slaves to foreign nobles?" He questions you, his dark eyebrow raising slightly.

"You only speak of lies! My father would never do such a thing! You said it yourself, he wished me to live a good life if it meant he had to die! Would a man like that really sacrifice his last wish for me?" You spit out venomously, defending your late father.

"Oh, if only you knew. I would tell you more but it seems like you just won't listen to me either ways. What a messy background you have come from. So much suffering, so much pain. Yet when presented with a chance like this to begin from scratch, this is how you repay? In case you have not realised, I am only doing this out of pity for you and your father," Leonide replies, refusing to back down.

"Spare me your pity! I want none of it!" You yell in return, clenching your fists. Even despite your lowered rank, you refused to stand down. You wanted to put your hands on him and make him feel the same pain he made your father feel. You wanted revenge not only for yourself but for your fallen nation. With that, you begin to storm towards him. As you place your foot upon the first step leading to the higher stage that he was on, you feel a firm hand wrap around your waist and hold you back.