Breaking The Crown | An Alastor x Reader Story

Rage

Sure enough, our escapade in the garden was the talk of the court by dinner the next day. Sitting next to the King while course after course was served, I could tell he was in a foul temper. He kept shoving spoonful after spoonful of food into his mouth, only giving me glaring side-eye glances occasionally. 

It seemed he was still determined to marry me in a few days' time. So that was it then, he planned on marrying me so he could have me for a few nights, then do away with me in favor of some seemingly untouched lady. This was Hell, expecting to find a virtuous lady was like finding a needle in a haystack filled with vipers. 

When the plates were finally cleared away and the tables were moved back for dancing, I sat next to the King and watched as couples took their places. The musicians struck up a tune and the dancing began. 

After a few songs, I saw Alastor moving through the crowd towards the dais. Like before, he bowed to the King and asked if he may partner me in a dance. But instead of laughing and playing the jolly host, King Henry turned red with rage, his voice booming, "How dare you take such assumptions with my bride-to-be?!"