Pairing: Yandere!King Baldwin IV x Reader
Me: *throws this at you and runs away*
Imagine this: you are the servant of a blind noblewoman.
Your lady is a gentle, kind soul who, unfortunately, is of little interest to anyone. Her parents had long since lost hope of marrying her off. Men have no desire to become her suitors. Women avoid the poor girl as though congenital blindness were contagious. Everyone whispers behind her back - with either contempt or pity.
You are the only person truly close to her. And you adore her. You devote all your strength to serving her, become the friend she lacks behind closed doors, fiercely defend her even at the risk of punishment for your insolence.
This continues until one day, by a fortunate (or perhaps unfortunate) coincidence, your lady crosses paths with King Baldwin IV himself. He is kind-hearted, and so he does not leave her without attention.
It is, undeniably, good for your mistress. People close to the court begin interacting with her. Her parents seem to remember they have a daughter again. Under everyone’s attention, the young woman begins to bloom. You genuinely want to be happy for her, yet you know none of these people are sincere. It is only a matter of time before they lose interest. Before the king himself loses interest.
You watch everything unfold with quiet doubt, dreading the day you will have to gather the shattered pieces of your lady’s broken heart, while never daring to voice your thoughts aloud. Even in your boldest dreams, you would never dare accuse His Majesty of treating someone carelessly. Not unless you wished to be executed.
It seems to you that Baldwin is far too enthusiastic about his new companion for this to be mere courtly politeness. And yet he gives no sign of being seriously interested either. You cannot tell whether your lady truly appeals to him. Though you assume she probably does. There must be a reason he invites her to meet with him again and again. Patiently, you accompany your lady on every evening stroll.
While your mistress curiously explores the flowers with her fingertips, saying something to the King, you absentmindedly kick a pebble aside. A strange sense of unease sends a shiver through your body. You look up.
Your lady has crouched down to smell the peonies. Behind her stands the king. Beneath the mask, his expression is hidden, but his gaze is fixed on you.
How long has he been watching?