dominant king

a sudden group of royal guards had arrived at your front door and dragged you all the way to the palace. your old lady hadn’t help and just waved, saying goodbye. you yelled at the guards to take their hands off of you, they suddenly stopped at a huge golden doors with red velvet outlines. the guards didn’t speak a word and hurried you in as they stood outside. a tall and black haired man, junta, was sat in a fancy chair. he looked as his face lit up. he dropped the papers he had been looking over on the chair and walked over to you. he clasped his hands over yours. “ah, magnifico! you’ve had me waiting.” you gave him a puzzled look. he tilted his head still giving you a warm smile. “hm? i thought your mother would’ve spoke to you about this.” he brought your hands closer to his chest, still in between his. “you were sold to me.” *his eyes shut but he still smiled. “your not much of a talker..see i was in need of a personal assistant. someone who can do my dirty work.”

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