-Farquaads POV-
Seeing the people cheer made me ecstatic. Looking at the faces of my people a particular one caught my eye. A shy face, but one with bold features, a lovely head of hair which shaped their face perfectly and a body like God herself carved it from the most expensive piece of stone there was. I had to look away, I felt my face warm up blushing.
"Now, our first man of the night is 54 year old Piotr Marakov! Despite his innocent looks he's a well known serial killer and has murdered about 30 people, 6 of those being children!" The crowd gasped "now! Say the line!" "HEADS WILL ROLL!" On the last line his head did in fact roll.
"Now... I can understand offenses like murder... robbery... kidnapping... but what this man..." I pointed to my former tailor as he was placed inside the guillotine, ready to roll, "...decided it was okay... respectable... morally right to... I can't even say it. This man THOMAS DINKLESTEIN, let it be known ladies and gentlemen, decided it was okay to make my robe out of... out of... polyester..." the crowds shocked gasps echoes all throughout Duloc. "Now... let's all come together to put this man to rest, for he deserves no mercy." With that, the man was dead, inner peace had been restored.
Now, who was this lovely person that had caught my eye? I had to find them. Running down from my stage through the crowd. There they were! I ran as fast as I could on my baby legs, finally catching up with them. "Hey!" I said, looking up at their beautiful being. "Hey?" They said, blushing, clearly not expecting me to talk to them. "What's your name, dear?" "Oh... I'm... y/n" "y/n, how peculiar"
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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.
