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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 prince offered to give them a tour of his kingdom. She tried to refuse his offer, but Dominus was quick to agree to the tour.

She looked at him sharply to which he replied with his attempt at an innocent look. She pinched his arm when they were finally alone in the carriage.

He laughed at the feel of her nails embedding in his skin. The familiar touch made him feel a bit assured.

Assured that they could still go back to what they had before. Maybe he could still convince her to return to their kind. Maybe he could make her see that the ocean is where she belongs.

They stopped in a plaza where Prince Malavar played his flute. It was really something admirable for a royalty to be so humble and kind to his subjects, and yet all she could concentrate on was her 'brother'.

"The prince is doing his best to play a tune. Let's honor him with a dance," his deep voice made her heart thump faster.

viii. Kiss the Girl