𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌;
王国
➤【 yandere king x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a maid who is calm and composed in any situation catches the attention of the king, something that spells deadly consequences for not just her, but for everyone else arou...
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Silas trembled under the intense gaze of Duran, his dark eyes practically cutting through the older man's form and seeing straight into his soul. Ronan's chain rattled with his quivers, and the wolf was starting to get a little bit agitated—having also felt his master's irritation—and began to growl lowly. This only added to Silas' nerves, something that (Y/N) immediately picked up on.
"Good afternoon, Your Majesty," she stepped forward with a bow, successfully diverting his attention away from the handler. "I have brought your tea as you requested."
His expression lit up instantly.
She faltered.
What the...
He seemed so vexed not even a moment ago... what's going on with him?
With furrowed brows, she set the cup down on his table and cleared her throat, hoping that Duran's anger was quelled as he drank his tea. Unfortunately, his expression soured again upon looking at Silas.
"Who are you?" He demanded, his tone cold.
"I-I am S-Silas, Ronan's handler, Y-Your Majesty," he stuttered out, feeling nothing but dread creep up and down his spine under Duran's frigid gaze.
"I see... leave Ronan here. You are dismissed."
Silas didn't have to be told twice, tying Ronan's leash to where his bed in the office was before turning to leave, glancing back at (Y/N) once more with concern and worry in his eyes. Then, he was gone. That little action made Duran's brow twitch, but he could feel his muscles ease in tension when Silas was gone. He didn't understand entirely why, but when he saw Silas and (Y/N) walk into the room together—had heard them talking before they even entered—it was enough to leave him irritated.
"It seems you know the handler quite well, (Y/N)," Duran hummed, his grip tight on the teacup.
"We've only had a chance to speak today."
"He seems young..."
"He looks young, but he told me himself that he just turned fifty this year. He's even working here to help support his wife and daughter."
Duran's eyes widened at that.
That handler... is fifty?
He looks like he's in his late thirties... but this is better. A lot better...
"I see... it seems I have jumped to some conclusions," he murmured as he propped his head up with his fist, his other hand's pointer finger making a slow ring around the tea cup's rim. "But other than that, I don't think I've inquired about your age. What will you be turning this year?"
