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questintheskies · 15 days

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Eddie with no filter is best Eddie

The last man standing match with Gabe Kidd is going to be amazing!

#eddie kingston #the mad king #wrestling #puroresu #aew #all elite wrestling #roh #ring of honor #njpw #new japan pro wrestling #gabe kidd #gabriel kidd #bullet club #bullet club war dogs

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m0ther-of-p3arl · 1 year

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i cannot put into simple words how much i adore joel's tool and armor names

like honestly this man comes up with the funniest shit and it's so dumb but its such a JOEL thing to do my god

here are a few that have come up in my empires s1 binge

he's my favorite and so ridiculous

#joel smallishbeans #empires smp #empires s1 #empires smp s1 #empiressmp s1 #empiressmp #empires #empires joel #empires s1 joel #the mezalean king #mezalea #the mad king #king joel of mezalea #my favorite is “diamond hoe? more like diamond NO more leaves haha” it's just such a joel thing to say

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ladydostoevsky · 1 year

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Merhaba. Umarım seni rahatsız etmiyorumdur. Bazı Got ve HOTD karakterleri hakkında yazmayı düşünüyor musunuz? Aegon 1 Targaryen, Maegor 1 Targeryan ( Zalim), Rhaegar Targaryen, Aerys 2 Targaryen, Cregan Stark, Rickard Stark, Eddard Stark, Robb Stark, Stannis Baratheon, Tywin Lannister, Roose Bolton, Domeric Bolton.Are you thinking of writing how these characters will be yandere wives or girlfriends? Please

𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘼𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙧, 𝙈𝙖𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡, 𝘼𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙨 𝙄𝙄 𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙚𝙣 (𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙙 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜), 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙗 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙏𝙮𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧

𝐴/𝑁: 𝐼 𝑐𝒉𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑚. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝒉 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑐𝒉𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑜𝑇 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.

𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐫

Aegon was a very loyal man, you knew that. So it surprised you when he told you that he wants to marry you, despite him having 2 wives already. But you were in no position to decline your conqueror’s wishes or rather, demands.

It wasn’t bad to be married to him. He was loving and sweet. Sometimes he would raise a hand but you looked past that.

His sisters were skeptical at first but later welcomed you with open arms.

Rhaenys wasn’t the friendliest at first. She feared that you would steal him and his love from her. Later when she met you she got why Aegon would want to marry you.

Visenya liked you the moment Aegon talked about you to her. She couldn’t wait to welcome you into the family.

You didn’t mind that he went from one bed to another, it just was how it was. And he didn’t mind when his sisters went into yours.

He kept you away from common people. He and his sisters were possessive and overprotective. One little rumor of you and Balerion was ready to dracarys them all.

He didn’t let you fight or ride a dragon. You had to be in the castle and always wait for him to return to you.

His biggest desire was you to give him strong and healthy children. Secretly he has always planned to put your son on the Iron Throne and make you THE Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. And no one could stop him, not even his own sisters.

𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥

Maegor as a husband is eternal torture. He is very cruel king, like his name tells. He killed anyone who displeased him, whether it was his own nephew, the builders of the Red Keep or his wives.

You have seen how he has slaughtered his other wives like flies, only because of his suspicions. Of course how could you not when he specifically orders you to watch. Watch what could happen if you disobey him.

Everybody knew you were his favorite, he knew, you knew, his other wives knew, everyone. Maybe it’s the fact that you are the only one who has given him children, and all sons. Maybe it’s the fact how good you feel in bed, after slaughtering some innocent citizens your body is all he desires.

He is abusive mentally, physically and sexually. You sometimes just pray that he would die because of the throne.

Everyone respects you very highly, no other wife of Maegor wouldn’t dare to cross their rank, one word from you and their heads are on spike for everyone to see.

You are known as THE Queen.

You know he loves you, in his own twisted and cruel way, but he cares for you and for your children. Right?

Even if sometimes late at night laying in bed he whispers softly how he would burn his sons alive in front of you if you ever would disobey him like his other whore he just killed a few hours ago.

Why would he care? He can always make new children with you.

𝐀𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐈𝐈 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠)

In his youth he was everything a woman could want from a husband. He was ambitious, charming, smart, gentle and so much more.

He was protective from the beginning, you were gonna be his queen, he always had to have eyes on you. Especially near his hand, Tywin Lannister, who always gave him some kind of paranoia.

But you were loyal to your king and now husband, just like he wanted.

With years and decades he turned more into madness. You didn’t know how to help. Was it because of his father’s death? Or because of his hand, Lord Lannister? Maybe just his paranoia overal?

He was afraid of traitors and the Targaryen dynasty collapsing. He bedded you more and more to have more children to protect the succession and dynasty.

He started to take your freedom and lock you up with your children. He was gone to full madness.

One bad talk about you in the city and he burned them alive with wildfire. You remember the screams, the smell of smoke and chemicals, the smell of burning corpses. You were afraid of him.

You even thought about going to talk with Tywin Lannister but you didn’t want to get yourself or your children in any more trouble.

You suffered in silence with his madness.

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤

Eddard Stark was the definition of gentleman. He did everything for you and he was never cruel to you.

He knew you needed freedom and gentle love, so he gave it to you. He was never mad at you, rather he blamed others. Whoever dared to disrespect you or your rank as his wife and Lady of Winterfell got their head chopped off. You never saw them again.

He never doubted your love and loyalty, he knew he had given you anything so there is no need.

He could see you in your children’s eyes, especially in Sansa’s.

But you knew he was ready to sacrifice anything for you. His titles, his house, his children, even himself.

He was protective and kinda like a puppy or even slave for you. So you could never imagine him as a mad man who could do horrible things just to keep you.

But of course you can’t read his thoughts in his head, you can’t see the dark glimmers behind his love stuck eyes.

𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐛 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤

Just like his father, Eddard, he is the definition of gentleman. He did anything to show off and impress you.

You two were like open lovers. Everyone knew you had something going on. The eye contacts, the touches, the sounds late at night in his room gave it all away.

Despite knowing you were loyal and loved him with all your heart he was a little delusional and paranoid. He always feared that one of the other younger lords would steal you away.

Sometimes he even suspected his own ‘half-brother’ Jon Snow. So he tried to hold you away from him as much as possible and always hinted that you were his lover and future wife.

He was never cruel towards you but his ‘enemies’ or competitions got to taste his steel blade.

He always fantasies about you. How you would get married, how you are gonna be as the Lady of Winterfell, you carrying his children and how he's gonna lock you up in the future, only for his eyes to see.

𝐓𝐲𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Tywin never thought he would marry again after his first wife died.

But love is love.

Tywin was very intelligent and very ambitious. He knew how to court a woman and so you fell into the lion’s claws.

He was harsh you have to say. But he never raised his hand against you.

You got along with his children well. Well except one. Jamie and Tyrion welcomed you warmly. They were happy their father found finally someone else to spend his old age with. It was good to see him happy again.

But his daughter Cercei was another matter. She didn’t like you at all. She thought you were just some whore who thinks that you can replace her mother. A slut only here for the money and title. Tywin was so angry that he slapped and threatened her for that. After that Cercei didn’t dare to make any talk about you near you or her father.

He was protective. He wouldn’t let anything harm you. He vowed not to lose another wife. So he kept you behind Casterly Rock walls most of the time.

Only his most trusted servants he let near you because he had many rivals.

He had taught many times about baby trapping so you couldn’t flee and then you would have something to do all day. Also he needs a new heir to the Rock. His eldest son is a knight, his daughter is queen and then twarf. He needed a new son anyway but remembering what happened with Joanna he promised he wouldn’t press the matter. Only if you wanted.

And besides why would you even flee when he gives you everything and anything? You couldn’t step out of the castle even if you wished. Everyone has their eyes on you 24/7.

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lilybug-02 · 5 months

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I was always curious what soul entity thought about Mad King. Was it aware of manipulation or was it blunt to it?

POV: You are completely oblivious to the atrocities.

This is what I imagine the relationship was like.

#yeah. player had no idea #the mad king #lmao #ask stuff #deltarune chara timeline #ct lore #ct q&a

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victoria-olgimskaya · 15 days

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"A handsome youth, Aerys had fought gallantly in the Stepstones during the War of the Ninepenny Kings. Though not the most diligent of princes, nor the most intelligent, he had an undeniable charm that won him many friends."

commission for a friend

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf #asoiaf art #asoiaf fanart #aerys ii targaryen #aerys targaryen #the mad king #house targaryen

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purplebehittindifferent · 4 months

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@lilybug-02 my followers have been yelling at me to take a break so I made a mad king doodle :P

#the mad king #lilybug-02 #art #my art #:3 #I swear every time I draw your charachters it’s like a feast #nomnomnom #yummy art #hope you don’t mind I keep drawing your guys-

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davinamikaelsonalwaysandforever · 1 year

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Rhaegar's rubies = Rhaegar’s blood.

Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, Rhaegar fought honorably. And Rhaegar died.

#rhaegar targaryen #daenerys targaryen #jon snow #aegon targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #rhaella targaryen #the mad king #elia martell #lyanna stark #rhaegar x lyanna #elia x rhaegar #asoiaf

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aeriondripflame · 6 months

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my mind has been developing this delusion world in which tywin lannister was the mad king’s sugar baby. aerys was “vain, proud, and changeable, traits that made him easy prey for flatterers and lickspittles” (awoiaf p.190). upon becoming king, he fired his father’s older and wiser hand and named tywin in his place, making tywin the youngest hand in the entire history of the seven kingdoms, but how did we get there?

there were childhood friends. tywin served as a page in court and we know from genna that tywin mistrusted laughter due to hearing too many people laughing at his father. at this point in time, the lannisters were a laughingstock or at least tywin wholeheartedly believed this, so the subsequent friendship he makes with the crown prince thrusts him upwards in status and into higher scrutiny. tywin is the elder, but aerys is the prince. they spend years together with the established dynamic of aerys being the one with power and tywin (albeit his friend) his servant. it is only when tywin dares to step outside this master/servant dynamic aerys has cooked up, that they begin to fall apart.

they go to war together. aerys chooses tywin, a newly made knight, to knight him. this was the war of the ninepenny kings, he could have chosen gerold hightower. he could have chosen roger reyne, or any number of distinguished knights and commanders, but no he chose tywin who had likely just been knighted himself. for added context, during this war tywin’s father stayed at home with his mistress rather than taking to the battlefield. nearly a year later, aerys is crowned and tywin is named hand of the king. as hand of the king, tywin is allowed any expense, any decision, literally allowed to do anything he wants at aerys’ leave (up until their toxic breakup era).

something that always fascinated me within this was why after gaining power of his own merit and name does he make his father’s mistress do a walk of atonement? at first, i believed this to be a way to embarrass his father further from the grave and cement his notoriety. however, right after he forces the walk of atonement, aerys and tywin rule the kingdom from casterly rock for a year (awoiaf p.194). if we believe that tywin has a subconscious or conscious shame in regards to using aerys’ fondness for him (whether you want to see it romantically or not) for seize of power and political gain, the walk of atonement is so interesting as it is a public self-flagellation of a transactional relationship that he himself mirrors. it is after this very act that aerys holds court (and tywin) at casterly rock, the scene of the crime in a sense. here tywin is, like his fathers mistresses in the same very home, flattering and bootlicking the same man for money, influence, and power. it is only after this year in casterly rock where tywin is forced to reconcile with these similarities that their relationship dissolves.

in conclusion, tywin was playing sugar baby to aerys and their relationship soured when tywin decided he wished for power that was truly his own rather than through aerys.

#additionally in regards to joanna. i view tywin and joanna as having like trauma bonded over being aerys’ mistresses #asoiaf #guava.txt #tywin lannister #aerys targaryen #aerys ii targaryen #the mad king #aerwin #tywin sugar baby au (or is it?) this is just my preferred canon interpretation thanks for coming to my ted talk #might write an aerys viewpoint on this but essentially aerys is insecure he knows the only reason he’s in power is bc of his name #he knows others think tywin a better fit and he likely does too so he abuses their power dynamic and lowers it from friends to that of #servant and master so that it makes him feel less insecure. he’s also one sided in love with tywin and likely has been his whole life. yea.#the question is: what was the last straw at casterly rock?#i think aerys gave him jewels or like clothes or some shit that his father did for his mistress and he like lost it. bam! tywin is here #this was not supposed to be so long god. i didn’t even get into my jaime thing 😥#house lannister #tywin sugar baby au

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questintheskies · 15 days

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Because you will probably need it: Here's Eddie Kingston telling you to fucking STOP

#eddie kingston #the mad king #wrestling #puroresu #aew #all elite wrestling #roh #ring of honor #njpw #new japan pro wrestling

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a-song-of-art-and-fire · 7 months

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The Kingslaying

"The Kingslayer. The false knight who profaned his blade with the blood of the king he had sworn to defend."

A rather gruesome little diorama for this, our spookiest of months! I've said before how much I love all things Robert's Rebellion, and Jaime's kingslaying is right up there. I think it's a fantastic aspect of GRRM's writing that we're told outright at his first appearance that he's "the kingslayer", and write that off as 'well he must just be sneaky and treacherous as all Lannisters are", and it's only two books later you learn he had complex, nuanced, straight-up heroic reasons for doing it. The heady mix of seige, betrayal, potential patricide, actual regicide, and mass human sacrifice to achieve twisted apotheosis into draconic godhead... it feels like 6 different Greek tragedies crashed headlong into one another, and seeing it all though a haze of steam, hormones, and septic delirium is just... *chefs kiss*.

This diorama was actually pretty thrown together compared to my usual standards. My ASOIAF minis are from a war game, so they need to come up with a lot of distinct units for multiple armies, and the books being pretty low fantasy only really give "late medieval man-at-arms" or "conscripted peasant levy". As such, you get some fairly weird and wonderful units, such as every Baratheon soldier having Robert-style warhammers, or in this case a whole unit in Jaime's lion helmet. For me, this translates to a lot of alternative Jaimes.

I am a bit phobic with Jaime, as I once had to swap his hands very last minute, luckily here he's young and straightforwardly right handed. I don't think the close up is at quite the right angle, but you can see his green eyes under the visor, I'm pretty happy that they look quite frightened/panicked. I added the cloak as well, got to have that iconic "It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around" vibe. This is also the first time I've given him his oft-mentioned gilded sword, I love the blood on it forming the Lannister colours.

Talking of the blood... yes, it's a lot. In my defence, it's actually semi transparent in a way that doesn't show well in photos, but does make it marginally less intense. I also know Jaime actually pulled Aerys up and slit his throat, but I had a hard enough time posing these figures, i thought that would be beyond me. I also like the literal nature of stabbing him in the back, and Mark Addy's delivery of "What of Aerys Targaryen? What did the Mad King say when you stabbed him in the back" is burned into my memory.

Aerys himself is a random wizard miniature I had kicking about, I had to do quite a bit of resculpting to get him right. He has the scabs on his hand, but the Howard Hughes fingernails were beyond my sculpting skills. I made the falling crown myself, again, seven tiny dragons felt a bit ambitious.

#gonna try and do a spooky themed october #although ive got nothing prepped #and ive already done most of the obvious like the others and frankengregor #so we'll see #asoiaf #asoiaf fanart #miniatures #minis #a song of ice and fire #valyrian scrolls #cmon #kings landing #aerys targaryen #the mad king #jaime lannister #house targaryen #house lannister #the iron throne #roberts rebellion

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aunt-ninny · 5 months

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Love these stickers from @gutwrenchflowerbomb so so SO much! Definitely the best birthday present I've ever gotten myself. (Candles from Dollar Tree)

#kris statlander #orange cassidy #chuck taylor #trent beretta #eddie kingston #happy almost birthday to me #aew #all elite wrestling #best friends #freshly squeezed #sexy chuckie t #trent?#the mad king

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x-aefx · 1 year

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Unpopular opinion: Sansa wasn't jealous of Daenerys or thought she was prettier she was just aware of what happened the last time a Targaryen sat the Iron Throne (especially with dragons) and she worried about the North. Sansa wanted an independent North but knew Daenerys would never agree to that-hence the not so welcoming attitude towards her (not to mention all her and Jon went through to get the north back)

#sansa stark #a game of thrones #game of thrones #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #daenerys targaryen #house of the dragon #unpopular thoughts #queen in the north #house targaryen #the mad king #sophie turner #game of thrones prompts #got season 8 #emelia clarke #sansa stark is superior

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wordsbymae · 2 years

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The Mad King Pt.2 18+

Title: The First Night

Pairing: OC (male) x Fem! reader

TW: Discussion of death, slapping, crying, DUB CON!!!!!! Talks of pregnancy, breeding (don't look at me with those judgy eyes), aggression, manhandling, misogyny, crybaby reader (it is justified, also I cry at everything so I thought that it would be a natural reaction), also might have taken some liberties and made reader a girly girl but it's my story so sit down and have fun. Hopefully, you don't find it annoying. If I missed anything please tell me!

Notes: Please, please, please read TW^^^, This one is gonna be much darker than what I have ever written before, so while it might not be as dark as other content creators or what you would imagine it would be, I would feel much better if everyone still read the tags and would their own discretion to proceed or not.

Part 1, Alphabet

You were trying to decide between a sky blue chiffon evening gown and a lilac silk day dress. They each had their own advantages and disadvantages. The chiffon gown had strings of diamonds floating from the top of the sleeves down to your waist, gently enveloping your arms. When they hit the light it gave the impression that you were bathed in a silver halo and the material was made in such a way that it kept you cool. But it was heavy and was more of a sitting dress. Standing for too long, or lord forbid, dancing, was out of the question. The first and only time you danced with it on, the diamonds scraped your skin as you twirled and you ended up having deep red marks littering your arms. The lilac silk day dress had gorgeous lace trim detailing flowers and vines and the colour made your skin look fresh and glowing. It was also light enough you almost felt like you were wearing nothing. But it was made for cooler weather and it stuck to your skin and left sweat marks up your back in warmer climates. Today the castle felt cool, but you could feel the heat radiating from your glass windows as you pondered the choice.

If only your fiance had told you what he had planned for this evening, then you would be able to choose a practical and reasonable dress. Why is it that men do not understand the need for foresight? All he had mentioned was a few hours alone, (including your chaperone of course) to get to know each other before your wedding in a week's time. But what if that meant a picnic in the gardens (then the sky blue chiffon gown was the obvious choice) or a wander through the palace art displays (then the lilac sky day dress would be the most reasonable solution) or something completely different like a ride through the forest (then you had nothing to wear and everything would be ruined).

In a huff, you slammed your closet shut and allowed yourself to fall back onto your bed. Its soft embrace comforted you, if only by a little bit. You had finished decorating your hair with ribbons and painting your face a few short minutes ago in preparation for the King's return. He promised to only be gone a few hours while hunting with his brother, but he had been gone all morning and now into the majority of the afternoon. A part of you was worried, what if he got hurt? What if he had returned but no longer wished for your company? What if he no longer wanted you as queen? These anxieties plagued you as you lay on your bed in the afternoon light. Just in your chemise, the sunlight felt pleasant against your skin. For a brief moment, You allowed its gentle heat to soothe your worries away and lull you into a light rest.

The sudden sound of trumpets and men calling for the return of the King rushed into your room. Jumping up with a squeal of excitement you rushed over to your closet and ripped it open. Oh, what to wear!!! You knew the king would be coming to see you soon and you had to be all dressed up for him. At first, you were hesitant to get to know the King, hearing tales of how cruel his father had been. But he had been nothing but polite and kind. You even started to become friends. While kindness was a lot more than many women received, you still wanted more. You wanted him to love you. If anything he was too polite and kind. Always keeping his hands a safe distance away unless to help you from your carriage. Always keeping the conversation on international politics, trade, weather and hobbies. If it wasn't for the love letters you would think he had no intention of allowing love to blossom between you two.

The letters began shortly after you arrived and spoke in lengths of your beauty and grace. Of how your skin glowed in the sun and how you rivalled its brilliance. He spoke of your intelligence and cunning. Of your humour and wit. He also spoke of what your life would look like after you two had wed, of all the children you would have. He described to you a fairy tale and oh how it made you fall in love with him. Now you were desperate for him to say those words in the flesh. Maybe it would be tonight, away from the prying eyes of the courters.

As you continued to fret over which dress to wear, you heard the cries of long live the king rise in the air. Oh, how his people loved him! He was a generous and righteous ruler. Finally, you made your decision. A pale cream afternoon gown, with multiple layers of the softest fabric you had ever felt. While it was not as extravagant as your other gowns, it was a favourite of the king. He had mentioned it a number of times in his letters. He had written that the first time he had seen you wear it, he honestly believed an angel had graced his presence.

You listened intently as you heard the servants rush around in the halls outside. He must be close! You quickly got changed and redid any mishaps to your hair and face. Once satisfied, you sat gracefully on the end of your bed and waited for your future love to politely knock on the door to ask to be let in.

A few minutes passed by. Each making you more restless. Surely he should be here soon? You began to daydream of your future husband. Oh, how handsome he was! So strong and brave. He was the best swordsman in the Kingdom, often displaying his talents during the tournaments. You wondered if he would bring you any gifts. Maybe some strawberries or those little cakes you liked. Maybe a string of pearls or a ring of opals. All though if you were being honest you would much prefer another letter of his. He was much more poetic in writing, comparing you to a mountain stream or the petals of a daisy. Harsh footsteps began to make their way towards your room. It's him! You straightened your back and placed a lovely smile on your face ready to allow his presence in your bed chambers.

Instead, the door cracked open and an intruder stood in the doorway. You looked on in confusion as the King's younger (and weirder) brother marched in. His clothes, usually refined and meticulously well kept, were drenched in water and mud, filth falling from him as he made his way towards you.

You jumped up quickly to scold him.

"Oh stop! Stop it! You are leaving filth everywhere!" You exclaimed, gathering your dress in your hands and pushing past him to gaze in horror at the disaster before you. He abruptly stopped and looked on as you surveyed the damage. Boot-shaped mud patches decorated your floor, dirt was sprinkled everywhere and small puddles of water were forming. Oh and the smell! He smelt like death! Putting your hands on your cheeks you turned towards him as he stood silently in the middle of your room.

"Oh, now you're standing on my carpet! My fleece carpet! Oh, get off! Get off!" You cried, rushing towards him to yank him off your once pure white carpet and back on your hardwood flooring. You quickly let go however when you felt how damp his arm was.

"What on earth happened to you? and where is your brother? He is meant to be taking me on an outing." You huffed as you carefully wiped the grot from your hands onto a hand towel. Despite your questioning, he stayed silent, with an odd look on his face.

"Why must you torment me so? Yesterday I found you loitering outside my room and now you've barged in and ruined it!" You turned to him with your hands on your hips. You watched as he turned his head slightly to the right as if he heard something and was trying to listen better.

"Well, would you care to explain yourself? " You demanded, with a stern look on your face. This was crossing a line! You could excuse loitering and the glares he sent your way. You could even forgive that he always stole your fiance away when you were together! The silly excuses he would give, there's a problem with the ministers, a bear has escaped the palace zoo, a trade deal has fallen through! He clearly has never liked you.

You waited for a reply that would never come. Instead, he reached for your legs and threw you over his shoulder. You gave a squeal and began to attack his back with your pounding fists.

"You brute! Put me down this instance! You wait till your brother hears of this! You'll never lay a hand on me again!" Your voice only grew in fever and pitch as you went on.

"My brother is indisposed at the present moment" He stated, his voice prim and proper.

You let out a scream of frustration as he took you from your room and marched down the hall.

"This isn't a game! Release me! As your future queen, I demand you put me down now!" You continued to pound your fists against him.

You gave out a whine as his arm tightened around you.

"Enough" he demanded, his voice like steel.

Tears of frustration began to pool in your eyes. You gave out a sniffle as you slowed your hands to a halt.

"Please will you put me down? " You pleaded, quickly wiping away tears that began to roll down your cheeks.

"Please?"

"No"

A scream of frustration ripped from your lungs.

"Let me go right this second! I am your future Queen and I demand your respect! How dare you place your hands on me? I am to be your brother's Queen and someone like you should never even think of touching me! You don't deserve to!"

Suddenly you were heaved from his shoulder and placed in front of him. For a second you thought that you were finally free. Until his hand cracked against your cheek and pain raced through your face. Your hand quickly went to soothe the pain as tears began to flow freely. You sobbed as he lifted you once more onto his shoulder.

"I said enough"

"Help! Please someone help me! The prince has gone mad!" You sobbed, tears freely pouring down your face and ruining all your hard work by painting it. He continued down the arched hallways, passing servants who quickly scampered away before you could call for them. A flash of silver caught your eye. The Queen's guards! Dressed in their shiny armour and royal blue capes. Your protectors, swearing their lives and loyalty to you, they were under your command, only the King could outrank you.

"Sir! Sir, please save me! Please!" You begged, catching one of their gazes from under their helmet, but they quickly look away. The rest bowed their heads as you passed and refused to look your way. Leaving you to cry out in anguish.

"Why won't any of you do something? Cowards!" You shouted, in total anger and desperation.

Your march ended shortly after, your aggressor slamming opening a door to a large bedroom.

You were once more heaved from his shoulder. Your face still ached from the assault and your nose had begun to block, making it hard to breathe, leaving you gasping for breath between sobs.

" I suppose it has come time to explain myself" He acknowledged.

You stood there in the middle of what you were assuming was his room (not a thing out of place and the curtains looking as if they have refused the sun's rays from entering his rooms for eons) with a hand on your cheek bawling your eyes out.

"Oh come now pet, is that really the way a princess should act?"He chastised. His hands were placed behind his back and his stance was wide and assertive

"You hit me" you whimpered.

"Let us forget the past and look now into the future" he chuckled.

You gave him a strange look, there was something wrong with his face. You did always call him the weird brother.

"What future?" you sniffled. Your tears had slowly stopped and the ache in your cheek was residing

"Why! Our future of course. As King and Queen!" He cheered. You realised what was wrong with his face, he was smiling. Teeth and all.

"You? King? Are you mad?" you scoffed.

"Quite possibly yes"

"Your brother is King, and I am to be his Queen, not yours," you remarked. He was very strange indeed. But all would be right, the King would be coming for you any second now and you would watch in happiness as he punished his brother and those cowards called the Queen's Guards.

"Well, you were to be his Queen. But that was before he was murdered" He reasoned. The smile still stretched across his face.

"Pardon?" you choked. Your hand falling to your side.

"My brother is dead. Murdered. Slaughtered by bandits in the woods. Would you like to hear how he died?"

" Your lying! You must be!" you wailed, fresh tears racing to your eyes.

"Oh no my heart. He is dead. Very much so. In fact, his body should be returning now, would you like to see it?" he offered. His hand reaching out towards his window (the only one with an open curtain).

You rushed towards it, looking out upon the castle courtyard. Sure enough, the King's limp body was being carted into the courtyard. His eyes open and mouth gaping wide. The peasants mourned for their king, weeping and crying, as he passed them. You let out a wail of anguish and fell to your knees. Head in your hands.

"I adore this dress. It makes you look like an angel"

Your cries slowly retreated. Confusion laceing your mind. Lifting your head from your hands you replied.

"Pardon?"

"This dress, it makes you look like an angel. I still remember the first time I saw you in it, you looked like an angel gracing my presence" his smile retreated back down to a smirk.

"Why would you say that?" you accused.

"Because it is the truth my pet"

"Don't call me that, I am not your pet" You barked, eyes narrowed. His brother was dead and he decided to play games with you. Reading the letter his brother sent you, how dare he!

"How dare you read the letters your brother sent me? How did you get into my room? Did those cowards who call themselves knights let you in?" You growled, tears starting to dry on your face.

"I did not need to break into your room, my heart, to know what those letters say. I wrote them"

"Enough! You torment me mercilessly! Your brother, my fiance is dead and you mock me!" you exclaimed, rising onto your feet.

" I do not mock you for it is the truth. Just as every word I wrote to you is the truth. But may we discuss this for another day? We have much more important things to discuss" he scoffed, waltzing over to his dresser to remove his jacket and riding gloves.

"What is there to discuss? I do not have the time nor the effort for the likes of you" you snarled, tears softly rolling down, rewetting dried routes.

"You have no time for your King and future husband?"

Shock passed through you and left you speechless.

"Why so surprised? I was my brother's heir, and now his throne needs a king and I need a Queen. Therefore you." He said as he began to remove his hunting boots and socks.

"My father's alliance was between your brother and him, you were never mentioned in the writing" you counted.

"ah but do I look like a man who cares for politics?" he rebutted. "I am King and we will be married"

you watched in horror as he began to remove his shirt

"What are you doing?" you gasped, quickly closing your eyes as his chest was freed from his garments.

"Getting ready to bed my future Queen"

Your eyes flashed open and your stomach turned. Sickness began to make its home inside of you.

"But what of a wedding? You cannot bed me before our wedding!"

A harsh chuckle was ripped from him before his smile faded and his eyes turned cold.

"Enough of this useless chatter, strip and get on the bed" he growled

You stood still but your mind was running wild.

"You must wait for a wedding! You can't take my honour before then, it is unjust and unholy!"

"How can it be unholy when it is in service of your King and Kingdom?" he questioned slowly advancing towards you.

"The sooner we bed the sooner we may be blessed with a child"

"A child?" you stammered.

"Come now, surely you were aware that this was your purpose? Did your mother never tell you what occurs in a marital bed? Fear, not my heart, if you require a lesson in the act of fucking I will be your most dedicated teacher" he mocked.

"Get away from me!" You cried, pushing him away as he neared you. Once more a hand was smacked across your face and new tears flowed.

"I believe I have been more than patient with you Princess, but continue disobeying your King and I will punish you harshly" He scolded.

You stood sobbing, cheek in hand.

"No more tears my heart, there is no reason to fear. I promise to be gentle" he comforted as he wiped tears from your eyes with the pad of a thumb.

"I want to go home!" You heaved, your eyes sore from all the crying.

"What home? You no longer have a home. Your place is by my side" he coldly replied, his previous kindness forgotten as he grabbed the sleeves of your dress and ripped them. Leaving your corset and chemise open to his eyes (I don't how old-timey clothes work nor what era I've even based this in).

"Turn around"

You slowly obeyed, wails and hiccups the only sound in the room

"Stop the tears" he grunted as he began to tear at your corset laces and the chemise below. Soon the dress lay in tatters on the ground and your sobs were silent and heart-wrenching.

"A pity the dress is destroyed, but do not fret my pet, I will get you a hundred more gowns if you so desire" he comforted.

Now naked and freezing in the cold room you stood with your arms covering your chest. You stood and shivered.

"Turn"

You followed his instructions, but you wish you hadn't. His eyes feast on your skin and his hands forced your arms down.

"You are the goddess of my heart" he whispered, looking deep into your eyes.

"Now be a good pet and lay on the bed"

You slowly stumbled towards the bed, and once on it, you lay looking up at the ceiling painted with a hundred stars and dozens of planets. You wished more than anything you fly off into the night sky. You could hear him grunt as he unlaced his breeches and joined you on the bed. You slammed your eyes shut as he leaned over you. His arms caging you in. His hand gripped your chin harshly and he ordered you to open your eyes. He forced a kiss upon your lips and he moaned in pleasure. With one hand on your chin, his other gripped your waist harshly as his body weight leaned heavily on you. You could feel his cock twitch against your leg and you grunted in disgust. Mistaking this for pleasure, he continued the assault on your lips and increased the force behind them. His actions became more desperate as the seconds drifted by. He returned his hands beside you as his mouth travelled down your neck to your chest. You yelped in pain as he left small bite marks along your collarbone.

His hand grabbed the meat of your hip and forced your leg to the side. He slotted himself in between your legs and began to rut against you. His lips returned to your mouth and battered against your lips. A pleasurable heat began to make its way to your belly, as his pelvis hit a small part of you that sent thrills racing through you. Wetness made its home between your legs and you let out a confused groan. His hands began their assault again, grabbing and pinching and gripping. one found its home on your hip, gripping tight enough to leave a bruise as he raised himself up.

"It will only hurt for a moment" he panted before his other hand disappeared between you two for a moment before he surged forward.

Hot pain erupted between your legs and you whimpered in pain. If he noticed he made no show of it. He panted and moaned on top of you. His hands were tight on your hips. He moved you to meet him with each thrust. He did not care for your pleasure. You could feel his cock rushing to enter you and rushing back out of your walls. You could feel both pleasure and pain arising in you. Tears began to slip from your eyes. He reached down and wiped them away before giving soft kisses to the corner of your eyes. His thrusts got harsher and his moans deeper. Suddenly he faulted on top and you could feel a warmth spread within you. He slowly removed himself from you and dropped down next to you. You could feel his seed slowly drip from you. You felt him trying to nudge something under you. Lifting your hips, you turned to see him place a pillow under your hips before flopping back down on his back.

"By our Lord's grace, my seed will take" he panted beside you, his hand resting on your womb, as his seed began to leak out of you.

You wished more than anything that it wouldn't.

*I am really really bad at smut*

#female reader #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere drabble #oc #dub con #yandere prompts #the mad king #tw noncon #breeding tw #tw: possessive behavior #tw violence #if anyone asks why the smut sucks ill just say its because he sucks at sex #not my fault its his #thats men for ya

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