THIS IS A PART TWO OF MY OTHER STORY 'Remember ~Dreamnoblade~'
Abandoned story and account. End Genocide and War, I don't care what all a country or territory has done, civilians should never be slaughtered as a reaction.
The cover art is not mine...
~we're still number 1? I'm so very proud of myself:) I love you guys
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(Screenshot from January 19) also, I'm working on a full timeline for this story (both part 1 and 2) and I think you'll be shocked by just how few days have passed since the first part😵💫 TW-> slight suicidal thought, and a dimmed down panic attack/dissociation type thing
Back pressed against the wall dividing him and the rest of the kingdom, literally and figuratively.
It was only a matter of time until they had to go in there and pretend it was all okay, put on that mask of formality, push them all away.
He'd chosen to be this way, to push them away. It was either that or get killed.
Maybe he deserved to be killed. It was selfish of them to hide this away.
It wasn't even a secret. The people at that dinner that day knew. They knew. They all probably knew and he was doing all this for nothing.
It's not like he knew how powerful this guy was. Maybe he was blowing it all out of proportion. Maybe that thing was just cocky as hell.
But... maybe he was as powerful as he claimed to be. Maybe it was all true and their trepidation as well warranted.
That didn't change the fact that he was being selfish, preserving his own life and endangering others.
But who's to say him giving himself over and getting killed would change anything.
If anything, then getting killed would just make it that much easier for that thing to take over.
Him standing his ground and becoming a conscious puppet, was helping.
At least that's what they told themself. (Is it themself or themselves when referring to a singular person?/genq)
The truth is... they were scared. He was so fucking scared. He'd been close to death by the hands of strange creatures way too often recently.
Well... only two times counting this, but that's two too many in his opinion.
The point is: as soon as they walk into the ballroom, the whole kingdom is in danger for what... the tenth time this month? (Over exaggeration but still kinda lowkey accurate)
The speech would kick everything off. It always did. Why didn't they just outlaw speeches? That seems like the logical thing to do if, somehow, this inevitable thing fails.
Who is he kidding? He'd set that thing up perfectly. They'd played along and given it everything it needed.
He wasn't fit to be king. He was always getting overthrown in one way or another.
Maybe that's just how a monarchy worked. Strings get pulled left and right by outside forces, making the one in charge make decisions that aren't theirs, and no one even knows it.
Maybe it's not that they're a shitty ruler. Maybe that's just the way it is, and it would happen if anyone where in their seat.
The music was soft through the, admittedly thick, walls. But he could still feel it vibrate the wall behind him.
A grounding feeling that didn't help the dizziness they felt.
He pushes away from the wall, steadying himself on the floor beneath their feet.
"Almost ready?" That cursed voice asks from above him.
They don't say anything, focusing on the ground they stood on, staring away from the door that led to the fait of the kingdom.
"I can't wait..." the voice says again. "We're gonna have so much fun, aren't we, kingy? Some may call me impatient, but I'm just excited. To see all their faces as I slic-"
He opens the door as the music dies down, cutting off the voice.
Walking across the stage, seeing all the people he'd doomed to an end so bitter and sudden.
They shake themselves off, preparing to start his speech, hoping to hell that his voice didn't shake.
"Welcome!" The last thing they want to do is cause mass panic. "We're so glad you all could make it to this royal ball of ours." Oh fuck- he'd said we... we just means... fuck- it means the royal staff and I. Yeah...
"You may be wondering why we've decided to throw a ball with no apparent announcement or big happening... Well... that's simply what it is: just a royal ball to get us all together. Have fun, and such." One last bit of fun.
Lies. All of it. Guiltily lying in the faces of the whole kingdom.
"Thank you all for coming. It means a lot to see you all happy together." That last part wasn't a lie. It was nice seeing them all happy, but god if it didn't make him feel just that much worse.
He spots a certain piglin hybrid in the crowd. The slightest of panic sets into his own bones, seeing the person this thing brought up constantly.
He couldn't tell if it was a vendetta about just hating him, or hating the fact he could have him. Either way, they felt somehow worse at the sight of red.
He's spacing out, what's he even saying? Get it together, end the speech, and for the love of god don't say 'let the royal ball begin'.
"So let's enjoy our evenings and have a good time." One last time...
The speech was over, and nothing was immediately happening. Thank Jesus.
He exists the stage, keeping a calm, nonchalant exterior as the interior runs a hundred miles an hour, blood pumping so loudly in their ears, he can barely hear the people he's talking to.
How many people had he talked to? Who was he talking to now?
None of that information mattered. Not as the lights dim to nothing and the click of locks can be heard.
~awh shit, shits about to go the fuck down •~. Anyways, I actually have a clear-ish plan for how this act is gonna play out:) be proud of me, I haven't written planned notes for this story in a while, and now I have an actual view for how this is gonna play out. Crazy how plans works like that😵💫. Anyways, sorry not sorry for the cliffhanger. Hope you enjoyed:)
