-Farquaads POV-
"I must find something charming to wear for tonight's dinner or I'll be doomed!" I yelled at my servant. "But, my lord, don't take this the wrong way, but you've killed every single on of your tailors, what did you expect" anger filled my body, how dare he speak to me in that manner. I gestured to him you wanted him out of here.
"Oh, y/n, I'm trying I really am" I said to myself looking out the window over to their hotel. I did not know which room they had taken refuge in, but whichever one it was I'm longing to be there.
I guess I'll have to go with an old favorite, my very first red robe, given to me by a strange man I encountered a few years back. It was beautiful and made only from cotton and the blood of the towns people.
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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.
