-Farquaads POV-
"Bring him to me!" I demanded to my filthy servant. One of my tailors had used polyester for my execution robe although I banned it 5 years ago. "You wanted to see me, my lord" the scroony, old lad whimpered as he entered the room. "Polyester... is it?" I fondled my robe firmly looking at him trying to figure out my meaning. "Yes, my lord, the finest. Imported from Far Far Away, the kings personal fav-" "Silence!" I yelled "I will not sit here and take this, I will not bear the favorite fabric of any man but me! Now... seems we will have ourselves a double show tonight..." "n-no no, my lord, I didn't mean no harm... please... my wife... my sons.. they- they'll starve" the man pleaded. I gestured I wanted him gone to my servant. He didn't hesitate to drag him outta there.
I was alone yet again. My thoughts had been killing me last few days. All of Duloc seemed to suddenly... despise me. It's hard having everyone turn on you when you do wrong, but even worse when you have done nothing to harm. I figured my grand entrance at the execution tonight might get the people back on my side. That's why I was so obsessed with the state of my robe. That scummy tailor, trying to humiliate me like that in front of my own people, he was in no way a victim.
Finding myself tearing up in my state of grief I wiped my tears with my red robe. "Hm... polyester... quite absorbent"
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Lord Farquaad x Reader
RomanceA monster they call him, Farquaad was at his lowest until one very special person entered his life, you.
