Giant!Perturabo x Princess! Reader
tw:kidnapping, blood, death.
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A story has been spreads through the kingdoms.
The giant king Perturabo, lord of a land made of fire, iron and smoke, had kidnapped the princess of the southern lands.
An evil creature that seek only malice and destruction had stole the most revered gem of the southern crown and threatened of sending his blood thirsty warriors to whoever tried to take her back.
And he's claiming she'll be his queen, willingly or not.
A complete and utterly annoying bunch of bullshits, that was Perturabo thought about those rumors.
First of all, Olympia was not a land of smoke and fire. Yes, it was built close to a vulcano, but because it was the most fertile soil that someone could obtain! Not to mention the fact that having a natural source of hot water was a bless. Not to mention that saying that was an offence to his brothers Vulkan and Ferrus, they both lived inside vulcanos because it was more practical for their work, while he preferred get to his forge while living in his comfortable palace, one he had made himself too.
Secondly, he wasn't a malice creature. He was...difficult, he had to admitted it, but he has his own reasons! And his warriors were not blood thirsty monsters! They were disciplined, strong and duty committed warriors! If he order them to obliterate a city, they do that! Of course he would had threatened the other kingdoms if they tried to attack his own!
The only truth here, was one: he did had kidnapped the princess. You.
His fingers drummed against the roof, strong enough to sostain his strenght but the sound was more close to a thunder.
A whimper came from the balcony, of course you would make it difficult...again.
He built you a home worthy of a palace, gardens full of plants from all over the world, rooms that could only be imagined and you preferred to stay inside that damn room like a caged animal!
...Well...he did forbidded you to even put a foot out from that palace...
"I said come out..." he almost hissed, far more annoyed with this attitude of yours. "If you don't come out I SWEAR, I'll start to shake this palace again and I WON'T fix the roof!"
More hiccups, sound of rustlings, foot that move so fast that could reminded anyone of a mouse. The courtain slowly opened, trembling hands moved the hems to gave space for the occupant of the room.
The dress you had once weared when he had took you from your room in your kingdom has been long gone from the day you arrived, burned down with everything else you owned. Jewelry, your crown, even your shoes, everything has been taken away and thrown into the fire, all while you were forced to watch and witness your old life reducing to ashes.
Now you were anothe princess, his princess. An olympian dress, long and elegant, the embrodery from the best tailors he had under his rule and colored with a soft pink shade that reminded him so much of the flowers he knew you loved so much. It was a completely different dress from the ones you had grown to use, fluttering in the sea breeze that reached the balcony, caressing and hugging your form in all your beauty. The veil behind you, entangle din your ahir, made you look like a bride, his bride.
The jewels? All his own creations, from the delicate earrings to the intricated rings. The crown on your head, that was his masterpiece. Ambers and topazes shyned under the sun like embers of a fire, the soft string of gold created like an halo of light.
He would had loved to drink the image of you every time he wanted, to ignore everything and just stay close to you as much as he wnated, but...duty...
And the thousand carved stone with your image? Not even comparable to the real deal.
"There." He sighed ." Was that so difficult?"
You shifted in your feet, trying to hide the soreness of your eyes. He hated the fact that you had spent hours in endless cries instead to do things he would know you would enjoy more, like sewing, or drawing or anything else.
"I have something for you." He had always something new for you, a way to sway you. "Something nice. I know you will love it."
He rustled his hand between the layers of his chiton, searching for something that must have been extremely small for him. When he revealed to you, posing it down on the marble surface of the balcony, he revealed a box of dark wood, decorated to the sides by golden angles. It was large, yet slightly flat, like if it was made for holding something specifical...you did saw it sometime...
"Open it up." He said and, even if he tried, his flat tone was tryign to hide a certain excitement in it.
You looked at him, at the giant that once started to scream because you didn't want to try a necklace he had made you. You obliged, hands trembling for the nervousness of his piercing blue eyes against you, the same one that he shared with his warriors.
They weren't cruel, they didn't treated you bad but they were awfully cold and believed that what had happened ot you was an improvement. That you deserved to be the treasured one of their lord, that you were better here then there, that under their lord gaze you would became the perfect queen for their kingdom. And you hated how much they were fed the same lie Perturabo hold for himself.
You opened the box, revealing what you thought you would never see again.
"An...harp?" You looked at your captor, confused.
"I want you to play for me."
You gulped, reaching for the instrument because what else you could do than indulge him in his whims? He could kill you, you had saw it that one time when one of his general had insulted you and proclaimed that your presence would only gain attention that they didn't need. You saw the hammer of the giant falling down so hard that even the shape of the general was obliterated, nothing remained excpet a pool of blood and something that reminded you of minced meat.
You picnhed the strings, searching for the right sound, tuning the notes and according them. Only when the sound seemed enough pleasant to your ears that you took a gulp of air and started playing it.
It was an old song, a lullaby from your home, one that you had heard many time from your mother since you were little. You remembered the stormy nights when she holded you in her arms and singed to calm you down, to allow the music to cover the rampaging storm. You remember the music slowly fading when you eyes started to close, heavy from the sleep, and the sweet scent of her parfume that would had stayed with you during the night.
Mmeories of something gone now.
Perturabo sitted down, trying to not disturb you with his echoed movements, and finally enjoyed the perfect scene in front of him.
He wished he could put that image of you on the stone, so never he could loose it on time. Your concentrated look, almost calm, while playing the harp that he had made so you could perfom for him and no one else.
You were beautifull, you were the most beautifull thing he could ever lay his eyes on and he couldn't picture now a future without you in it. He knew that your father, the King, would had send the best warriors to get you back in his castle, under his banner, and he knew that other kingdoms would had helped him in the task.
And he was ready to burn each one of them if it meant keeping you in that cage he had made for you.
If you could only see that this is perfect, that nothing of it it's wrong and you would be loved endlessly?
...No matter, you could never lkeave that place, he had made sure of that. No matter how many armies your father sent, you were meant to stay there, where he could hold you prisoner and forever cherished.
You would never escape him.
