๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โฆ ๐๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช? ๐ ๐จ๐๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ญ๐๐จ๐ฉ?
๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ; ๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ญ ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ง, ๐๐๐จ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ข๐๐ก๐ ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐ค ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐๐๐ง๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฎ/๐ฉ๐๐๐ข ๐ฅ๐ง๐ค๐ฃ๐ค๐ช๐ฃ๐จ, ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ค๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐จ, ๐๐๐ก๐ช๐จ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ก ๐ฅ๐ค๐จ๐จ๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ช๐๐๐ฉ๐จ, ๐๐ค๐ง๐ฅ๐จ๐๐จ, ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ช๐ฉ๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ, ๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐, ๐ฉ๐ง๐๐ช๐ข๐, ๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ๐๐ช๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ, ๐จ๐ ๐ช๐ก๐ก ๐๐ง๐ช๐จ๐๐๐ฃ๐
๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข; ๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ (๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ๐๐ค๐ง๐ข๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ, ๐ง๐ช๐ก๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ช๐๐จ๐ฉ)
He was more than a man; a creature ripped from the smothering hell he vacationed in. Agony and anguish reeked through his pores, blending into the crimson ichor that he doused himself in. Like a person madly driven off the edge, heโs done something that would put his name down in history for all to remember.
They made him do it. It wasnโt his fault. He repeats this inside his head, over and overโclinging to it with desperation. What heโs done is justifying. There was no other way. He was rightโฆ and they were wrong. All of them were wrong for him. All of them butโฆ one.
Like a statue that will one day be built in his honor, Julius stands immobile in a one man blood bath. The smell of copper lingers in the air, the iron sword in his hand never felt so light since the day he learned to wield it.
If they had just stopped mettleing with his life for once, then maybe they would still be here and he didnโt have to kill them. But within the royal walls, everyone was cold and guarded, lacking warmth and affection.
His parents ruled with an iron fist, their words were absolute. Money and power were the primary aim. Why were they so surprised when their own son gave them exactly what he was taught? They should..would be proud.
It was their strictness and high expectations that kept him away from society if not business relatedโhe didnโt even have a single friend. He canโt complain for the most part. His upbringing brought him to you, albeit a little too late.
His angel, the only light to his hellish world, was betrothed to another. Imagine his devastation when he came to find out it was his cousin, the son of a Duke. That could have been him. It should have been him. It will be him.
The injustice of it all ignited a simmering resentment within him. Blame fell squarely on his parents for shaping a life that kept you apart from him. They were asking for death the second they denied his request to break off the engagement. A viscount child has no business with a future king, they said. Who are they to tell him who he can and cannot want?
Theyโre just lucky their deaths were quick. He canโt say the same for all the other women they pushed on him over the years. He didn't mean to do it the first time. It was entirely an accident. She just wouldnโt shut up. Everything that came out her mouth was horse shit. One fork in the neck, blood spat in his face and on the tea table, there she laid lifeless.
How many people did he have to kill to get it through their thick skulls that he only wanted you? Too many, heโs lost count and they still didnโt care. They brushed all of them off as collateral damageโฆ oh how pathetic they must have felt in their last moments realizing thatโs exactly how Julius saw them.
Unnecessary baggage in the way of something greater. Something heโs spent many nights awake, contemplating how to get to you and finally make you officially his. Donโt be confused; you were already his the second he laid eyes on you, but it felt like forever youโve been out of reach.
Footsteps thud against the marble flooring before coming to a stop behind him. He doesnโt need to turn around to know reinforcements have come, but they weren't fast enough. โDo you think it wise to make an enemy of me?โ Julius mocks them, waiting for them to rush him. But they never do. He humors them by peeking over his shoulder, smirking at finding them all kneeling before him.
He turns back forward, stepping over the remains of his deceased parents, may they rest in hell where they belong and ascend the many steps to his rightful place: the throne. It sits atop in pure gold, decorated with patterns that go back centuries.
Now for first order of businessโฆ he sits on the throne, glaring down at the solders who shake in their armor up at him. Perhaps it was the slow drying blood on his face that got them spooked? His lips twitch, finding this way more amusing than he anticipated.
That was all the information needed. They knew exactly who he was referring to. Over the last few years, the ex prince has been very foolhardy about his attraction to an already spoken for woman. Itโs almost like his mannerisms flew out a window in a blink of an eye.
One man hesitates to leave with the others to receive the person of interest, causing Julius lips to twist into a scowl at the disobedience. โโฆ?โ he silently question the man with his steely purple eyes, tilting his head and resting it on his hand in a sense of boredom.
The man swallows thickly, raising a shaking finger to his parentโs corpses, โThe bodies, sir?โ Well good on him for managing not to stutter at least.
Julius waves him off, โLeave it. A gift for my beloved.โ The man flinch at his curt dismissal of his parents, whom he doesnโt refer to as actual beings at this point. He opens his mouth to reply, but Julius cuts him off, now sitting forward on the throne, โPerhaps youโd like to join them since you seem so concerned?โ
Thatโs shut him right up. He bows in respect for the throne before shuffling out of the gigantic room with his tail between his legs. Julius hums in contentment, sitting back against the throne. Now alls that left to do is wait for you and start a life together, as it shouldโve been.
He taps and taps and taps his fingers on the gold arm rest of the throne as seconds turn into merely minutes. But it was minutes far too long for him as he grows impatient waiting. It was quiet, he was alone; that was never a good thing. His mind starts to question your hold up.
Did you get hurt? He will murder all of them if even a single hair on you was harmed. What if they decided to use you as a bargaining chip for him to step down from the throne? Itโs be a cold day in hell before he allows either two to play out. From where heโs sitting, he figures he has to go find you himself before he drives himself mad with what ifs.
When he finds you because he will find youโhe always does somehow. Sometimes youโre not even aware he hasโฆ. Youโre in the middle of being tugged by the forearm back in the direction of the palace entrance by none other than your fiancรฉ.
The guards are trying to stop him, which is ridiculous to Julius. The man was half his size. A puny little punk. All he would need to do isโone little pushโand heโll fall like a domino overtaking. But this kind of scene needs a different set of actions.
โHave you all lost it? Theyโre my fiancรฉe!โ he shouts repeatedly, face pink in anger as his chest heaves up and down when he pushes a soldier back enough to continue dragging you.
A tantrum that falls on death ears because all Julius can focus on and care about was you. His sight goes fuzzy, black dots dancing behind his vision as his skin grows impossibly hot. How dareโฆ How dare he continue to touch you like you were his? How fucking dare he continue to challenge him, even now?
โBrandon, Let me gโโ your cut off by some liquid splashing specs on your face. The scream came immediately but you were still registering what just had happened with rapid blinking. Everything from there was moving at a speed of a snail.
The soldiers who once tried to stop Brandon before, step back in fear. This is exactly what they were trying to avoid, but he persisted in taking you back home where you belong. The King made it abundantly clear you belonged to him.
Brandon kneels on the ground, wailing uncomfortably in agony as he holds his gushing arm. The bleeding flowed with urgency, the liquid was everywhere! The pink in his skin was losing color quick, youโd think he saw his worst nightmare if you didnโt know any better. It was just Julius, but then again itโs not too far off.
He raises his sword just as Brandon looks up in terror, swinging it down so vigorously, it matches the same fire found within Julius eyes. It strikes Brandon across the chest, deep enough for him to cough up blood but still be consciousโฆif you can call him that after he falls to the floor, shaking like a newborn cub first time in snow.
โYouโre being a bit dramatic, cousin.โ he taunts, pointing the end of his sword on his cheek, pressing into it to draw beads of blood, โTruly pathetic considering you bold attempts to go against me.โ
Brandonโs lip tremble like he wanted to say something in protest but it couldnโt open wide enough to say even a syllable. Igor stains the corner of his lips and chin as his mind struggles to decide on which wound to aid to first with a single good hand left.
His current stateโฆit pleases Julius so much. Slowly a twisted grin surfaces on his face, making him look even more demented than his actions already have. Heโs grown to like crushing those that didnโt understand their place. Itโs unfortunate that itโs been mainly family who never heed to warnings.
It finally registers what youโre witnessing, an ear bleeding scream rips from your throat as you fly your hands to your mouth to muffle it. It only aid to hyperventilate you when Julius turns to you, face devoid of the blood thirst from earlier, now evidence of concern.
โWhat? Whatโs happening?!โ he asks, dropping his sword in favor of seeing about your wellbeing. He was standing in front of you with three long strides. He reaches for your hands, pulling them from your face, gripping them tightly to still your trembling.
When that didnโt work, he places them on your face, forcing you to look at his, which is still soiled in the blood of his opponents. โTell me what troubles you, my love?โ You claw at his hands in a desperate attempt to separate, but he doesnโt even flinch.
Words canโt even describe the fear rattling your very being. He wasnโt even humanโa monsterโthatโs the only explanation for the lack of empathy and ability to harm others without a second thought. Were you next? The thought made you sob harder.
He didnโt like that. Not even a littleโฆ Maybe itโs because heโs foolishly in love with you but your scared expression wasnโt one that sit well with him. It both worried and irritated him the longer it went on. โStop it now.โ he demands, holding your face tighter, eyebrows furrowed as he focused solely on you, โI didnโt give you a reason to cry.โ
He meant that in a reassuring wayโthatโs how he tried to come across but you interpreted it differently. With his appearance and actions, it was terrifying to say the least. Youโre shaking your head in protest, โPlease donโt hurt me. Iโm sorry,โ you apologize for no reason.
Hurting YOU was the farthest thing from his mind now that youโre within arms reach. He wants nothing more than to keep you close, where you can suffocate him with your unconditional love that he craved since laying eyes on you. So donโt you look at him like that and donโt you speak to him like he didnโt jump through hoops to get this far.
Before Julius can try to soothe your woes, a tug on his trousers leg caught his attention. He tsk looking down, seeing Brandon, who somehow pulled himself together and crawled over to him. From where Julius was standing, he really did look like a pestโhe just keeps pestering and meddling in his affairs.
It really pissed him off that he didnโt just die already. Canโt he see heโs in the middle of something? Wellโฆ since he wants to be a pest so badly, he might as well be treated as one. The corner of his lips twitch, rising into an unsettling grin as he still holds your face firmly.
He doesnโt even consider how he might look in your eyes as he lifts his leg up, slamming his foot down on Brandonโs face, barely making a dent in his skull. To your horror, he repeats it over and over again, each stomp more aggressive and purposeful than the next until his brains were peeking outside his head and his eyes popped out of its sockets.
โHeyโโ Julius calls out to you after a while. He noticed your lack of attention on him. You were too busy gawking at what remains of your ex-fiancรฉ. โLook only at me. Are you trying to upset me?โฆโ
โAs my lover, youโre not allowed to look at any other manโฆ unless you want me to gift you their head as consequences.โ
๐๐ค๐ฃโ๐ฉ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ง๐ค๐๐ช๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ
