From that day onwards I played the role of the obedient slave. For months, I slept, ate and engaged in conversation with Scarlemagne. Never leaving his side unless I was under the watchful eyes of his guards.
Every so often, when Scarlemagne was in an agreeable mood, he'd take me for a leisurely drive in his flamingo-drawn carriage. He always brought me to the same place; an old electricity pylon overlooking the northern side of Las Vistas. It was here he would kiss me, pull me into his crushing embrace and
Assault my ears with whispered declarations of his "undying love" for me.
Although I had to endure this pitiful routine almost every night, I found comfort in the knowledge that he was beginning to trust me.
Which is possibly the most dangerous thing anyone could do on the surface.
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A Royal Pain (Scarlemagne x reader)
General FictionThe reader's life is turned upside down when they inadvertently become the object of affection for Scarlemagne, the infamous mute dictator who rules Las Vistas with an iron fist.
