Belos could seriously take advantage of that and sorta fill that place for Reader. He'd do what Oligarth was supposed to do for them, protect them from anything while manipulating them to do what he wants.

OOOOOOH You're speaking my language >w>

Probably why Oligarth was close enough to stab you like that... You were wanting to get cozy with him while he had other plans.

Before you could finish that thought, you were hit with a strong wind that knocked you off your feet and into a tree. Quickly, you were able to get your feet but a figure appearing out of the corner of your eye made you stumble back into the tree.

"Oligarth! Please!" you pleaded between pants, trying to keep your vision from blurring. "We've known each other since we were children! Don't do this!"

"I'm sorry. I really am," your childhood friend stepped into the moonlight with a sorrowful expression. In his hand was a bloodied decorative dagger that was used as a letter opener in your study. "But I can't let a powerless witch take the throne. This is for the best of the kingdom. It's nothing personal."

"T-Then I'll just give you the crown! I-I don't even want it! Just please don't kill me!"

The man sighed and tapped the blade of the dagger against his palm, staring down at it.

"I wish you had said that before I did what I did. Unfortunately, I can't trust that you wouldn't say that this happened. Sure, I can heal you, but you could have me arrested the moment we were in front of your guards. Even if you left the kingdom, there's a chance you could change your mind and come back. I can't have that."

Your head swam as he spoke, tears streaking your face.

"Don't do this..." you repeated, your back sliding down the bark. "Please."

"You can't live, your highness. The moment you were given that crown you were marked for death. It's either you or the kingdom and... well, the choice, while one of the hardest things I've ever had to make, it is very clear. Please understand."

Oligarth moved closer during his monologue and once he was close enough, he raised his arm. Your vision blanked as the dagger was brought down in one quick motion.

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The sound of footsteps on marble made your eyes crack open. The ceiling above you told you were somewhere in the castle but in a room that you did not recognize at first. A fire crackling in a fireplace on the far wall had provided enough light for you to see that you were not in your room. Each room had a different painting on the ceiling and you began to realize you were in one of the guest rooms. Your room had a caged unicorn and this one displayed one of the various creatures on the Boiling Isles.

The footsteps that woke you stopped at the side of the bed and you caught sight of a figure standing over you.

"Your Highness, you're awake," a soft, familiar voice made you focus on the figure. You sat up when you recognized the mask he wore.

"Lord Belos...? What-?"

"Do not fret. You are safe. I was able to thwart your attacker and bring you back to the castle," he murmured.

"... Attacker...?"

Memories of the incident came flooding back, causing your chest to start hurting. It began to play over and over again, from the stabbing while you were trying to talk to him about situations in the kingdom up until he tried to finish the job. Glancing down at your side, you found a scar where the stabbing had been but showed that you had been healed.

"O-Oligarth-! He-!"

"Betrayed you. I know. I had speculated as much when he started acting strange outside of meeting with you. I'm afraid he has aligned himself with wild witches who seek your downfall. I'm sorry I could not get to you sooner. I believe some of your servants tried to distract me so he could get away with it."

You stared off toward the fireplace in shock.

"O-Oh my Titan..."

Belos cleared his throat after a short amount of time and lowered his voice as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Forgive me for asking, Your Highness... but I have been hearing rumors that you may not have the ability to perform any magic of your own, that you were born without the aid of a bile sac. Are they true?"

Your hands gripped the blankets in your lap as your shoulders tensed up. His tone told you he already knew the answer to that. However, if he knew already and still saved you, did that mean you could trust him? He could have let Oligarth kill you but here you were, safe and sound. With a deep breath, you nodded.

"... ... ... I see. That's why you didn't fight back. You couldn't-"

Something beating against the bedroom door accompanied by yelling grabbed both of your attentions and Belos growled, pushing himself to his feet.

"Damn. They're at it again."

"What?"

Belos turned a soft gaze to you.

"I have been keeping you away from everyone since I saved you and refused them entry until I know where they stand on the issue. You were nearly killed by agents hidden in your own court. I will not allow them the luxury of a second chance."

"O-Oh...!"

"If you wish, I can put up a shield and allow them to communicate with you through it until we know for sure who is safe to be around. I will monitor them myself as well and weed out the traitors."

Before you could respond, a question started to nag at you in the back of your mind. With a deep breath, you opened your mouth.

"W-What happened to Oligarth?"

Silence followed and Belos looked away. Your heart fell into the pit of your stomach.

"He's... dead?"

"... ... ... The monarchy had to be saved by any means necessary. I hope you understand and don't think horrible of me."

"I... I-I see... N-No... I-I guess you did what you... had to..."

"I am glad you see it my way. I have witnessed your strengths and I do believe that you are essential to lead this kingdom regardless of magic. Spiketoria needs you, not wild witch sympathizers that will raze it to the ground."

You stared up at him and suddenly felt feverish.

"R-Really?"

"Of course. You were overlooked for something that wasn't a necessary part of leadership. You are too great of an asset to lose."

Hearing those words made something well up inside your chest and you nodded. You knew where your strengths lay but no one ever took them seriously. Lord Belos may have been the only one to have echoed your sentiments. Feeling more confident, you opened your mouth but were interrupted by more banging and yelling. Belos gave a hard sigh.

"Unfortunately, those out there believe I may have murdered someone in cold blood and spirited you away. It seems they do not understand that I am trying to protect you."

Hearing what the people on the other side were saying, your eyes hardened into a glare. He was right. They were calling him all sorts of things through the door. Your confidence turned into anger and you threw the covers off to get to your feet. Your head began spinning, and Belos lunged forward as your legs gave out in order to help you back onto the bed. A brush of his hand on your exposed thigh made you realize you were half-dressed and wearing an oversized white poet shirt that had to belong to a man about Lord Belos' size.

"Wait, where are my clothes-?!"

Belos cleared his throat and glanced away with a bashful tone before kneeling beside the bed.

"I... couldn't put you on white linens while soaked in blood... I took the liberty of changing you out of those clothes after I healed you as I was afraid of calling for any of the servants to do it themselves. I had planned on delivering your clothes to the laundress before those people tried to access you. It was quite awkward and I am truly sorry."

"O-Oh!" you murmured, trying to shake off the extra heat that had been applied to your face. "I see. T-Thank you."

Once you were able to calm yourself down, you took a deep breath and glanced at the prophet.

"Put up the shield and let them in. I need to know who I can trust as soon as possible... I noticed my guards were not at their posts last night..."

Deadward's advisors: Your grace, you should marry and produce an heir.

Deadward: An heir, uh?

Two days later

Advisors: Your grace, what is that??? *point at dirty human child*

Deadward: A smoothie?

Minister of Internal Affairs: Your grace, with all due respect, a human cannot inherit by law! They're magicless!

Deadward: My dear Minister, the law specifies that a powerless witch cannot inherit. My dearest child is human.

Minister: ...yeah that's legal isn't it.

Kid Reader: King Sir, can I go torment that weird Belos guy?

Deadward: Call me Father. And yeah!!! Go kid!

Belos gets kicked in the nuts.

Kid Reader: King Dad, look! I found a way to make fire!!!!!

Deadward: Oh My Titan this is so Great!!!

Deadward: Wait how did you discover this.

Kid Reader: Arson.

Deadward: Where?

Kid Reader: That guy Belos's cave.

Deadward: That's my kid! :D

Deadward just carries the kid under his arm and wanders the ground of the castle while talking nonsense. XD Despite being nuts and childless for so long, he's a pretty good dad XD

Prince/ss Reader child of King Deadward????

Maybe that's the family Royal Reader is from.

Just imagine King Deadward walking around and finding a young human kid.

Kid: Deadward? Do you mean Edward??

King: No. Also, what do you think about becoming royalty?

Kid: ...what?

Deadward (Edward): Human!Reader

Spiketoria (Victoria): Powerless!Reader

Illizabeth (Elizabeth): Witch!Reader

Bloodgorian (Gregorian): Wild Card (Demon or can be switched for either above)

Spewart (Stuart): Wild Card (see previous)

While each one is an era in British history, it could be what each monarchy is on the Titan and their territories come to the center of the Titan. The one on the head has control of the area containing the heart.

Belos gently taking off their headpiece and caressing their head, only to feel round ears rather than pointy ears-

And in the end Reader asks him to keep it a secret.

Everything comes to a halt when he feels your ears and he looks like Belos.exe has stopped working. He might have to sit down at the realization that he found a human after all of his time on the Isles in the most unexpected place and he was going to do something underhanded to them before finding out and now he's not sure if he's going to go through with it. (He does, he just needs to talk himself into it, how it's for the "good of humanity")

What drives him crazy is the thought that you're being forced into this, to rule over a witch society without any protection of your own magic-wise, and the fact that you're now on several hit lists, though he's able to play them off as wild witch attacks and convinces you that someone who knows you're human leaked that information to bad actors. As for him, he would have no intentions of revealing to anyone that you're human.

In BI Kingdoms, Lord/Crusader Belos aims to sleep with Royal!Reader as he plans on controlling them through intimate means. He knows he can do it too, it would just take some time and he'll lean hard on the temptation for you to do something taboo out of excitement. He picks up on the idea that you're not allowed to do a lot of things as royalty.

All he has to do is get you to sleep with him once and he'd have the opportunity to test out a spell that has you crave only him and causes you to become incredibly submissive toward him, regardless of how headstrong you initially were. Outside of it, you act completely unfazed, making him wonder if it even worked but the moment he gives you an idea/command, you immediately obey.

The problem comes into play if anyone suspects the affair since he would be suddenly around you a lot more and his murmuring things to you that result in something you wouldn't normally choose would raise a few eyebrows. If he catches onto it early enough, these people would go bye-bye.

Human!Reader:

"I can do this... I can do this... I can do this..." you murmured under your breath over and over again as you waited for the announcement to be over. Several servants were hovering around you, fixing your hair and clothes while giving words of solemn encouragement.

The King, your father, had just died. That morning. Everything that had happened up until then was a whirlwind and you knew people were unhappy about the announcement of his heir. You had overheard one of the arguments days before in a meeting you weren't allowed to attend due to your father being there.

"They're not one of us! They're just a human the king kept as a pet! I doubt he saw them as his child!" "They know nothing of the Boiling Isles!" "They don't have magic of their own! How are they supposed to lead if they can't even do that!"

It wasn't exactly encouraging to know that the people closest to the King disapproved of you taking the throne in this situation.

The curtains before you opened in a flourish, revealing a massive crowd below the balcony with a mix of cheers and jeers. You stared out with an eye twitch.

"I can't do this..."

Regardless, you were ushered forward by the servants and the castle advisor to address the crowd. With a deep breath, you began to speak about the recent events and what that meant for the kingdom. You felt like you were floundering when a loud explosion rocked the area and you were suddenly snatched up by some guards as the crowd began to scream and scatter due to fire that was raining down upon them.

"GET YOUR MAJESTY TO SAFETY!" you heard the advisor scream before another explosion went off nearby, throwing everyone to the floor. You were conscious one moment and then out the next.

When you regained consciousness, you found a figure kneeling over you as a cold compress was being pressed against the side of your head. Seeing a mask on the figure's face startled you and when you scrambled to get away, you were stopped by the familiar voice of your advisor, reassuring you that the figure was there to help. This was "Lord Belos" and he was hunting "wild witches" as well as preaching against the use of "wild magic". Apparently, he had proven himself during the attack and shielded you from further harm after you had lost consciousness with several witnesses.

His demonstration of strong magic had convinced those who were for you being the heir that he was what you needed as an ally at your side to ward off attacks and started to submit to the idea that wild magic was bad to help encourage you to follow him as well. You, however, were a bit skeptical about the whole idea that he could speak to the Titan but kept it to yourself.

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Powerless!Reader:

This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening.

You were distraught as you paced the throne room. A messenger had delivered the word that your parents and siblings, including the heir to the throne, had been killed in what was being called a "wild witch" attack near Bonesborough the night before. While you were trying to process the news, several important figures in the castle came to you, pressing you that you were the only living member of the royal family left and were to take the throne immediately.

You were sick to your stomach. How were you supposed to lead and keep your secret from getting out that you had no magic? It was the sole reason you were skipped over as the heir, despite being the "rightful heir" due to your birth order. If you didn't take the throne now, it would raise suspicion and one of the other kingdoms that had held a grudge against your family would try to take over. You couldn't allow that either. You knew that once you took the throne, some of your family's starch supporters would call for the ones responsible for the deaths and push for you to take aim at the kingdom they took place in.

As you were hemming and hawing over the situation with a mix of grieving and fear, a servant came to you and told you someone who had witnessed the attack on your family was there to see you, though he seemed surprised when told you existed. Now curious, you followed the servant out to a courtyard to see a tall masked figure in white and gold holding a strange-looking staff who kneeled with his head bowed upon seeing you.

"Your majesty."

You shook your head and hands frantically, not used to that behavior directed at you.

"Please, don't-!" you stuttered then cleared your throat. "Y-You don't have to-!"

"You are the next on the throne, are you not?"

You fell silent and glanced to the side before nodding. He then introduced himself as "Lord Belos" and began to apologize for the loss of your family, stating he couldn't get to them in time when the attack happened. Not only were they targeted, but half of the large city was burned to the ground with dozens of people either dead or severely injured, including several of your kingdom's own guards and the royal advisor, indicating you were in the dark about everything that was about to happen. He went on to explain why the attacks were happening and what he was trying to do to stop them. Belos expressed fear that because your family was targeted, the next attacks might end up being in the current area in order to make sure no one else can take the throne, which is why he was there. He was just grateful that an heir was secured or the kingdom itself was to fall to ruin.

The servant who brought you to him vouched for him, rolling up their sleeve and showing you a sigil with a small purple blob with eyes and nudged at the idea of making him part of your kingdom since he was supposedly "chosen" by the Titan himself to help the Isles. Seeing as you didn't have a choice in the matter, you invited Lord Belos to stay as long as he could.

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Witch!Reader:

One minute, your carriage was flying home, overlooking the landscape with the Titan's skull as a centerpiece, the next, all hell broke loose. The only thing you could remember was the carriage that carried you and your family being hit by something below and it plummeting out of the sky into the woods while your father cast spell after spell to try to save all of you and then... nothing.

When you came to, you found yourself laying under the wreck, battered and bruised but ultimately unharmed. You shakenly crawled out and stumbled to your feet, catching yourself on a tree. Glancing back, your eyes widened at the carnage that you managed to escape. Blood stained the area as the fire spread among the trees and brush. Your family, the driver, and several guards were dead, some too mangled to be identified. The spells your father had cast seemed to have been targeting you.

As tears began to streak your face, a twig snapping made you look up to see a tall masked figure in white appearing from the brush. A wave of a strange staff he carried caused the fire to stop spreading. His eyes were on the crash and he let out a heavy sigh.

"Damn... we're too late..."

The man moved closer to it before turning his attention to you and his head perked up.

"Oh! Someone did survive!"

He approached you carefully, asking you questions as another figure appeared in white and gold behind him, only shorter. The man introduced himself as "Lord Belos" and gave you the rundown on what was happening, who caused the crash, etc., etc., before offering to take you back to your kingdom to relay the news. He gave you his condolences once you agreed. What choice did you have?