GangrelxF!Robin imagine request: After Robin is found after destroying Grima, and after she and Gangrel get married and become the king and queen of Plegia, there is an assassination attempt on Robin and Morgan by poison. Robin is badly hurt but not killed, and Morgan is also hurt. Gangrel tries to hunt down the assassin. (I hope this isn't too specific.)
Notes: So last imagine before my trip! Went a bit off trail here oops! Hope it’s alright though! Fair warning though, it’s a bit long!
“..and so Sir Whatshisname came to my court, demanding justice to be served because a poor nameless merchant happened to step and ruin his dainty shoes. Gwaha the poor man was trembling so much I asked if he was going to piss his pants!” The former ‘Mad’ King chortled loudly as he slapped the dining table in laughter.
“Yes, yes.” You replied smoothly, sharing a knowing look with Morgan across the table as Gangrel shared his ‘adventures’ in court of the day.
“Whatshisname didn’t care much for my humor - which I clearly don’t care because I’m King of Plegia and all. He was making such a big fuss over his ‘ruined’ shoes, asking for the merchant’s life as compensation- Don’t give me that look.” he snorted when you paused mid-spoon to scrutinise him. “Even I have not put a man to death for something so trivial back in the old days - I’ve probably killed for far les- Anyways, I did not execute the man and since Whatshisname made such a big fuss over the merchant walking over his shoes I gave him permission to walk over the merchant’s foot as payback! Well? What do you think? Quite smart and generous of me eh?“ He grinned, waggling his eyebrows at you to which you only rolled your eyes.
“Yes, I can always trust you to come up with petty solutions to solve petty fights.” you grinned before gently tapping his plate. “Honestly, you talk too much, you haven’t touched anything since you sat down, the food’s getting cold.”
“Yes, yes, the food’s not going anywhere anyways, but you should’ve seen his face afterwards!” the King cackled, “Have you ever seen an angry peacock? Well neither have I! Oh how I wish you were there to see his face turn different shades Gwahahaha!” Shaking his head, Gangrel wiped his tears as he picked up his fork to start on his meal - or that was his plan until his plate disappeared, swept to the floor by your hand.
“Grima’s shit!” The King leaped back in his chair more startled by your behaviour than angry at his lost dinner. “One moment you’re telling me to eat my food, the next you’re sending it all to the ground! My Queen, honestly I don’t get you sometimes- _______?” His confusion and prickle of annoyance was swept away by alarm when he registered pain in your expression.
“______? What’s wrong? Was it something I said-” he flinched as a loud crash sounded next to him and yelled in horror when he turned to find Morgan slumped over on the table. “Morgan?! Morgan! What the hell is happening?! Morga-”
“…p-poison…in the food.” Your weak voice drew his attention and Gangrel almost choked on his panic as he grabbed your hand that held so weakly to his sleeve.
“What do you mean?” he pulled you close, shaking you. “Who did it? Wait! Don’t close your eyes! Don’t! What should I do-“ Gangrel turned to the doors and screamed the loudest he ever remembered screaming.
“MEDICS! GET THE MEDICS IN HERE NOW!”
