barbarian!bakugo and the village girl that he captured.
his kingdom of pure strength and grit was consistently taking over more and more land, until they reached your village in the countryside. the fight was like nothing you had ever seen. flaming arrows, fists of iron, your home and family was left too little but ashes.
for some reason, however, bakugo had ordered his soldiers to not only spare you, but also to bring you back with them. you cried and begged for his reason, for him to just kill you, but he refused both. leaving you to where you are now.
trapped, locked in one of his castle's spare rooms, you wait for news. sitting at the edge of the bed, your wide eyes glance around the room, noticing its red adornments, the dark stone fireplace, but especially the barred window. you sit and ponder your existence until the door is finally opened.
a man with a sharp face and red hair steps inside, wearing the same armor as bakugo's just without the royal theatrics.
"the king will you see you." he states. his voice is firm and unwavering, although he does not look particularly evil. it takes a moment for the words to register before you finally stand and join the man as he guides you.
looking around the castle, you again notice its dark nature, black and dark grey stones make the walls whilst various red shades fill the rest. you swallow nervously as you make your way down the great hall, frightened as to what will await you.
will he have you beheaded? tortured? are you here to be his servant forever? the possibilities are endless, and given bakugo's unholy merciless reputation, you can't help but shiver.
finally, the tall double doors awaiting you open, revealing the disgusting huge throne room. you walk in with shaky hands, eyes pinned on bakugo.
his sits on his throne with a smug smile on his face, leaned back at ease with no sign of any emotion but intrigue. his hand beckons you to the floor in front of you, to which you kneel. he catches onto your nerves and barks out a laugh, nothing akin to the traditional nature of your home.
"welcome." he eventually says.
"what, what am i d-doing here, my lord?" you dare to speak, voice a near whisper with the way fear guides your voice.
"you, are to be my wife. "
