King Boo

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Y/N. That's what Boocifer said her name is...

The young woman in front of me is bowing and thanking me. A large Devil's Snare is at her side, holding her up. I barely hear her, I am awestruck.

What do I do again..? I can't stop looking at her.

I walk up to Y/N take her hand and kiss it. I don't remember what I said before.

Snap out of it! She is injured and needs help, not an old king staring at ther.

"I should be the one thanking you." I say as I straighten up. "I have heard quite a bit about you and your escape with Boocifer. But I would like to hear what you have to say, my dear."

She smiles kindly and nods. "I'd be happy to, You Majesty." She bows again, wincing. I actually get a good look of her and I am just horrified.

Her hair is caked in leafs, twigs, and dried blood. Her body is covered in scratches and bruising under the rags that she is currently wearing. Those rags just so happen to have large blood stains that are especially prominent on her back. Some of it looks fresh. She doesn't even have shoes on. What's more, the poor thing is shivering and the tips of her toes and fingers are blue along with her lips.

"Just before you start your story, I must insist that you rest. Your journey must have been long and tiring. And," I raise my hand before she can object. "I know quite a bit on how humans work. Truly, it's a miracle that you haven't died from your wounds."

She starts to fiddle with the end of her rags. Rolling the fabric between her thumb and fingers. "If it's all the same to you, Your Majesty," she looks up at me. "I want to tell my story before important details get fuzzy." I raise my brow.

"You need rest." I repeat.

"I can't remember quite a bit about my ordeal already."

This one is quite stubborn, isn't she?

"I assume that it's safe to say that you won't rest until you tell you piece?" I cross my arms.

She looks down, a blush slightly dusting her cheeks. Her Devil's Snare nods one vine to agree. I sigh.

"Very well," I snap my fingers and two regal chairs floats over. One lands right behind Y/N. "At least take a seat."

She nods and sits down. I can see a flash of pain go through her face. She, quite obviously, forces a smile to try and hide it.

The other regal chair lands right behind me and I take a seat. "I think it's safe to assume that you don't know how cold you are."

She looks at me confused. Then shock.

"Wow, guess running for my life really disguises how cold my body is." She chuckles.

"Jane?" I call out. Jane phases into the room with a smile.

"What can I help you with, Sire?" Jane looks to me then Y/N. Jane face falls into evident concern as she rushes over to her. "You poor thing! You must me freezing."

"That's exactly why I called you, Jane." I chuckle. "Would you please get one of those large spare blankets and some tea?"

"That's not necessary, Your Majesty." Y/N speaks up before Jane could answer. "I'm fine, really."

"Tell that to your blue fingers, toes, and lips." I raise an eye brow. "This is the least we can do for what you have done for us."

"Alright, thank you." She looks down with embarrassment. "But I really didn't do much..." She says under her breath.

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