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WARNING: Mature Content

The story of a knight who has fallen in love with his queen. It was nothing but that, a simple plot for a fairytale, or was it?


He stood proud at seven feet, everything looked minuscule in his sight. He towers above all knights who looked at him with disgust and alarm.


He was one of the rebels not long ago, but for an undisclosed reason, he has betrayed his so-called 'brother at arms' for a seat at the round table.


People murmured whenever he passes them by, the atmosphere itself was laced with terror as this all muscled barbarian held his head high. Panic in the hearts of many was evoked by his presence alone as he stood before the queen who was forced to face him.


"My queen," he knelt before her, and even yet the queen had to look up from her throne to meet his eyes. The frail queen was very small compared to him, her fragile countenance barely reached five feet and her innocent face makes her look like a child.


He took in the vision of her as she sat there, trying to look brave as she met his eyes. His queen, the reason why he risked it all and will risk it all again.


She sat on the throne judging his motives and all the while fearing him. Was she disgusted by him too? He can't tell.


The crowd disappeared and all thoughts from his mind were gone as he was faced with her.


She has dark auburn hair that reached past her shoulders, small lips that curled into a thin smile, and eyes that expressed her immense disgust and anger for what she had labeled him in her mind - one of the reasons for the destabilization of her kingdom.


He wants it all, all of what she offers. Her beauty, her brilliance, her frailties... at that moment he realized, he wanted all of her.

His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

The way he looked at the child, made her want to throw up. She has never been that jealous before, but it was because she has never seen that much joy in his eyes.

She smiled bitterly as Dominus joined his wife and child. He seemed to have forgotten she was even there in the same room.

He took the child in his arms and gingerly lifted him up, showing him to everyone. It was when their eyes met, finally reminding him of her presence.

He hesitantly walked toward her, and showed him the child. The child resembled him a lot, there was no way to deny it was his.

"He looks exactly like you," she felt like she was being choked, in a painful way where she can't even seem to breathe.

He didn't catch the hurt in her voice, his focus was entirely on the baby. He smiled and replied, "I think so too. We should name him soon. What do you think about Jiro?"

iv. The Heir