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His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

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.

Mary_Algen_Guiang1 · Fantasy
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229 Chs

iv. Most Innocent

"I waited for you the whole night, where were you? I just got home from the hopsital and it is your son's first time to be home too. You should be spending your time with us instead of that human girl," Cinderella gritted her teeth as Dominus entered the premises, his shirt opened with missing buttons, his hair dishelved, alcohol strong on him.

Dominus ignored her as she followed him inside his room. He stopped when she entered the room. 

"Get out," he looked at her with dead eyes, his lips and cheeks with smeared red lipstick, and the scent of her enemy mixed with alcohol. 

"What did you say?" she couldn't believe what she heard. Surely she has a right to be here inside his room, which should have been their room if he was only even half as decent as he appeared to be. 

"I said, get out of my room now," his voice was calm but there was danger in his eyes, in the way it catches the early morning sun. He appears to be ever indignant.