Two Timed Royalty - Choose Between Matt and Chris - x Reader

The Tower's Rebellion

The air in the tower was stifling, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Your father, Mallory Kennett, stood before you with a stern expression etched across his face. His authoritative voice echoed within the cold stone walls as he declared yet another decree, another layer to the gilded cage that had become your home.

"I will not tolerate disobedience, Y/N!" he bellowed, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and disappointment. "This is for your own protection."

Your frustration boiled over, and words that had long been stifled found their way to your lips. The argument erupted like a storm, lightning flashes of defiance and thunderous clashes of wills. The heavy door slammed shut, locking you within the tower's confines, but your spirit remained unyielding.

As the moon ascended, casting its silver glow over the kingdom, Mallory left on urgent business, leaving you alone in the oppressive silence. The weight of your confinement felt unbearable, pushing you to the brink of rebellion.

A hidden passage, known only to you through years of meticulous exploration, beckoned. The winding staircase led you down into the heart of the kingdom, each step a beat in the drum of newfound freedom. Emerging into the city's embrace, you inhaled the intoxicating scent of the night, feeling the world unfold before you like a forbidden treasure.

In the labyrinthine streets, you stumbled upon a shadowy figure moving with grace and purpose. A nimble thief, their movements guided by the dance of moonlight and shadows. Wariness gripped you, but curiosity spurred you to follow as the thief led you through the vibrant market.

In a secluded alley, the thief turned to face you, revealing eyes that sparkled with mischief. "Locked away, aren't you?" they remarked, a smirk playing on their lips. "Looking for a taste of freedom, perhaps?"

Your guarded gaze met theirs, and you felt a tension in the air—a silent understanding that transcended words. "Who are you?" you asked, your voice a mixture of caution and curiosity.

The thief introduced himself as Chris, a name whispered with a hint of secrecy. "I'm a wanderer of these streets, seeking stories and escaping the binds that tie," Chris replied, his eyes holding a glimmer of mystery.

Though distrust lingered, there was something genuine in the way he looked at you, a connection that sparked beneath the surface. "Why should I trust you?" you questioned, your defenses still intact.

Chris chuckled, the sound carrying a playful melody. "Trust is earned, not given freely. But sometimes, taking a chance on someone can lead to unexpected adventures."

As Chris extended a hand, an unspoken promise hung in the air. A choice loomed before you—stay within the tower's confines or take the hand that offered a journey into the unknown. With a deep breath, you considered the possibilities. "Alright, let's see where this adventure takes us," you said, grasping his hand.

Together, under the moon's watchful gaze, you and Chris stepped into the uncharted territories of a new kingdom—a kingdom where trust would be earned, alliances formed, and the threads of destiny rewoven in the tapestry of the night.