𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 | 𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙨𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

standing in the banquet hall, y/n looks out of many large windows peaking through the main base in the city in london. her husband, tord, had taken over the city out of pure seek in power. y/n’s dark, wine red dress rested softly at her feet. the gentle drag of the tail of the dress was heard when she walked. her hair landed gently on her shoulders, some baring her back. a loud thumb was heard behind her.

of course, it was her favorite soldier, patryck. his boots always caused him to trip. they were obviously too big for someone so lanky. y/n giggled a bit, but pat stood straight up. he meant business.

“your majesty! tord- erm- the red leader requests your royal presence in his office!” patryck stated. y/n smiled, and placed a hand on pat’s shoulder. “thank you, patryck.. and please, call me y/n.” the queen said. the faithful soldier watched his queen walked down the darkened hallway, and he smiled warmly at her turned back.

making her way to tord’s office, she could see the, now normal, red skies scattering the city. y/n slowly walked towards and open window and out onto a small balcony. she rested her arms on the railing. a long sigh left her mouth, before hearing soft footsteps behind her.

y/n didn’t even turn around. someone tall and skinny rested their arms on the balcony railing, too. the queen felt a rough hand grab her soft one and hold it tight. she looked up to see tord, smiling at her. she slowly rested her head on his left shoulder, and she felt the thick, ruffled hair on the back of his head touch the top of hers.

“i’ve been looking everywhere for you, y/n..” tord whispered. y/n then stood up, and started walking away. her husband followed quickly behind, and now next to her. the two walked for a while, before reaching the opening room of the base.

tord menacingly laughed, walking to the front of the room. y/n stood tall next to him. she kept a hand on her hip, and the other resting at her side. tord used his hands to express more emotion, but y/n quickly knew who was kneeling before she and her husband.

a man with a scruff beard was on his knees in handcuffs. the blood that poured out of his nose and the cuts on his face dripped onto the dark black floors, covered by long red carpets. his green hoodie was covered by a black and grey trench coat, and the ruffled brown locks on his head made it obvious who he was.

before tord could even speak, y/n perked up with happiness. “edd?!” she screamed with joy, clasping her hands together. the man in handcuffs quickly looked up, before he was almost tackled to the ground by a woman in red. a loud grunt came out of edd. he looked towards tord over y/n’s shoulder, and saw the leader scoff at how his queen was more interested in a prisoner rather than him.

soldiers matthew and thomas, or matt and tom, stood on either side of edd, making sure the queen was still in one piece. y/n was quickly snatched away by tord, and scolded for “touching such filth as a prisoner.” she frowned when tord finally let go.

the leader went on and on about things that y/n didn’t listen to. she kept making eye contact with edd, and every once in a while, he’d look back with his eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar. tord finished, but ended off with, “so anything else to say?”

“..wait! so… y/n’s a queen now?”