Yandere!Knight x (Evil?)Queen!Reader
Synopsis: You are a queen with a not so great reputation. He is your most trusted, and extremely stoic knight. Lets just say you don't know just how much he would do for you. (he's been secretly pining after you for awhile).
Warnings: Dark themes, Yandere behavior (mild)
Previous chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2
A/N: Hey guys, this is a bit of a longer one to (hopefully) make up for my long ass disappearance lmao.....sorryyy. Also, I probably should have mentioned before, but this story is a bit of a slow burn (If you couldn't tell). Hope you enjoy!
After the meeting with the Grande knight (who you now know is actually Everett), you didn't even have time to process the bizarre event. Since the ball was getting close, everyone in the palace was scrambling to finish their jobs. Maids flitted around every which way, placing final decorations and fixing anything that looked out of place. You were no exception to the craziness as you oversaw every decision and gave orders to the staff.
The next few hours are a blur, and soon you find yourself in a magnificent red ball gown, a golden crown atop your head, and golden jewelry hanging gracefully against your body. You had dismissed your maids moments ago so that you could finally have a few seconds to yourself, before having to endure a whole new crazy that was the ball.
You took a step towards the mirror in your room, and your breath hitched at the sight. As funny as it sounds, being a queen and all, you don't actually get many chances to look at yourself. The maids did a good job of hiding your eye bags. That's what you get for all those sleepless nights, all the work and planning and stress of the war.
You gave a sigh of relief as you realized it was all over. You could finally let yourself rest for a moment.
Well, that is until you have to clean up the aftermath of the war.
You shook your head, as if to shake away all the thoughts and worries. Then you found your thoughts circling back to Everett. It had been so long since you saw him. He was basically unrecognizable now, compared to that meek little boy you used to know. You can't imagine what he's gone through to become what he is now. Though you've only heard story's of what the Grande knight has done during the war, they are proven by the abundance of scars on his body, the stone cold gaze on his face, and the shear strength he holds.
It makes you wonder what he now thinks of you. Have you changed just as drastically in his eyes? Does he recognize you? He must, because he said that thing. That you named him Everett.
You can only hope he doesn't resent you for putting him through that hell. It may have been your parents who started the war, but you drew it out until victory. You made it last this long.
Ugh you needed to stop overthinking. Right now, all that matters is making an appearance at the ball. You suppose making a good impression won't really change much, though, seeing that everyone thought you were evil. They weren't far off, even you know how ruthless you can be. As long as your kingdom is in a proper state, the rest didn't matter much to you.
There was a sudden knock on your door.
"Your Majesty, apologies for disturbing you, but it is time for you to make your entrance. "
The muffled voice of one of your ladies in waiting rang out from behind your door. With that, you made your way to the ball.
Everett had never been to a ball before. He grew up as a commoner, and when he got to the palace, all his time was spent training. Not that he cared much for them anyways. The only reason he was looking forward to this ball was because he was able to see you again.
When he arrived to the palace, to say it was busy was an understatement. It wasn't surprising though, considering everyone was invited, including commoners. He looked around at the other people arriving; not out of curiosity, no, more so like a beast scoping out it's prey. He couldn't understand why you would let this filth around him into your palace, they hardly deserve even the privilege to lay eyes on your beauty.
It just proves even more how benevolent a ruler you are. Although he did have his work cut out for him as your personal guard, no one here could be trusted. Everett almost shivered from pure euphoria at the thought of being your personal guard. He still couldn't believe how well things worked out. After everything he has gone through, you were the only one who brought him peace. And now he got to spend everyday with you.
As Everett walked through the main entrance, he couldn't help but overhear many of the other guests conversations. They mostly spoke about the beautiful decorations, and how excited they were. Everett tried to ignore the chatter, until of course, someone mentioned you. At that, Everett strained his earns to listen.
"The queen must think us stupid if she believes we'll ever like her just because of some stupid ball." A lady dressed in a lavish, if not a bit obnoxious dress, spoke.
"I couldn't agree more, Lady Lucinda. Her majesty is just a spoiled woman who has had everything handed to her. Meanwhile we have all had to suffer from her actions." Another woman similarly dressed chimed in.
Everett could hardly contain his anger at their words. His fists clenched until his nails dug painfully into his palms. How dare they say such things about you. They didn't know anything, THEY were the spoiled ones. If it wasn't so crowded, Everett would not hesitate to show them real suffering.
He stormed to the ballroom, trying to focus only on the thought of you for now.
"Announcing her royal highness, queen Y/N!"
You walked gracefully out onto a raised balcony, which gives a full view of the masses standing all around the ballroom. Your golden jewelry shimmered in the chandeliers light, making it look as if you were glowing.
Everett's breath hitches at the sight of your radiance. Your beauty was enough to make him fall to his knees, although he resisted the urge. You gave a polite smile to the subjects bellow you, all staring up at you, some whispering to each other.
Then you spoke, and it was as if the whole world went silent, just to listen to your angelic voice.
"Good evening everyone. I hope that you all enjoy your time here at the palace, and help yourselves to refreshments."
With that, you sat atop your throne with poise, up above. Everyone took that as the que to begin to talk and mingle more. Everett took to standing off to the side, where he could get a good view of you.
After your less than sentimental speech, you took to sitting on your throne, so as to avoid having to talk to nobles and other guests even just for a little longer. You honestly hated social events, especially ones as grand as this. Although, as time passed, you knew you couldn't put your duties off any longer. Slowly, you made your way down the giant staircase, and glided straight into the crowd of people.
By now, many people had begun dancing, and the room was full of liveliness that even your cold heart melted a little at the sight. Soon people flocked to you, mostly nobles, as many commoners were too afraid to approach you, not that you blamed them. You tried your best to stay polite and poised, remembering all the painfully long etiquette lessons your tutor used to beat into you.
After what felt like eternity, you finally excused yourself, saying you had to get some refreshments, so that you wouldn't have to interact with any more people. As you stood off to the side, a drink in hand, you got the chance to watch the dancing.
Although, you still felt eyes on you. You were pretty used to people constantly looking at you, being the queen and all, but this felt more intense than usual. Searching the crowds, you finally spotted the culprit. way in the corner, standing rigidly beside a large flower pot filled with winter daphne's, stood none other than the Grande Knight.
You caught his intense gaze with you own. His face was cold and stoic. He stood tall and unmoving, like a dark, unbreakable statue. Although, upon the eye contact, he lowered his head in a slight bow. You weren't sure what to think of what just happened. taking one last sip of your drink, you set it down, and without dwelling too much, made your way over to the mysterious man. You were sick of talking to nobles anyways, and you knew no one would approach you if he was around. Many people feared even his presence alone, and that grew apparently clear, as you saw people openly trying to avoid him.
You made your way closer to the Grande Knight, not once breaking eye contact with him. It was like a little unspoken game. His expression didn't change, although you didn't miss the slight twitch of his eyebrows as you got closer.
"Are you enjoying the ball Grande Knight?"
Everett gave another bow in your presence, although much lower then before.
"Good evening your highness, yes you did a splendid job tonight."
after a moment too long of Everett bowing, you grew a little uncomfortable.
"You may raise your head now Sir Everett."
you must have drank too much wine because you thought you saw Everett shiver upon hearing you say his name. He raised his head slowly, his eyes landing on you once more, although his expression seemed just a tad softer this time.
"You look ethereal tonight, your majesty."
Everett's sudden words surprised you, and despite yourself, you felt warmth grow on your face. You were used to receiving compliments, but the way he said it was.....you didn't know how to describe it to be honest.
There was an awkward pause, and you weren't sure what to say. Everett didn't make it any better, as he just stood their like a statue, continuing to stare at you. You would say anything at this point, just to break this silence.
And as if god was looking down on you, the music changed to signal a new song. Without thinking, you turned to the dance floor, then back to Everett.
"Would you care for a dance, Grande knight?"
That got a reaction out of him. He couldn't hide the slight surprise on his face, his eyes widening fractionally.
"Y-your highness, I apologize, but I'm afraid I would disappoint you with my lack of skills. I've never danced before to be quite honest."
You knew this was quite unusual behaviour for a queen, but right now, you would do just about anything to avoid talking to another prissy noble.
"It's ok, you just have to follow my lead."
You give Everett a reassuring smile, and turn to walk towards the dance floor, motioning him to follow. You miss the blush on Everett's face, his eyes becoming half lidded at your words.
At the dance floor, you take Everett's hand in yours. It was rough and scarred, proof of the many years he fought on the battlefield. He looks quite out of his element, not knowing where to place his hands, but you don't mind. Gently, you guide his other hand to your waist, his eyes following the contact the whole time. Finally, you place your own hand on his shoulder.
Everett looks down at you, expression blank, save for his furrowed brows. You smile up at him, enjoying this odd little scenario you've gotten yourself into. Then the beat of the music takes a turn, and you begin to sway, Everett following your movements as best he can.
You guide him through the song, thankfully it was one of the more simple dances. You looked into Everett's dark brown eyes, and he looked back, his hand tightening around your waist.
"For someone who has never danced before, you're keeping up quite well."
Everett's face softened at your words, his eyelids lowering slightly.
"Thank you my queen. Although it is due to your guidance that I can dance."
You hadn't realized how close your face was to his until now, your bodies close to touching. You leaned you face towards his shoulder, lips almost touching his ear, to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. Although the action made you miss his own blush.
You didn't know why you were acting like a little girl with a crush, but there was something about Everett that captivated you. Maybe it was your history with him. The thought stirred a question you couldn't hold in any longer.
You spoke softly into his ear.
Everett's voice was low and strained, sounding like he was out of breath.
"Do you," you hesitated before continuing, "do you remember your childhood?"
you really wanted to ask do you remember our childhood.
He took a moment to answer, as if he was really trying to remember.
"Although I don't remember much in the early stages, I could never forget our time together, your majesty."
You don't know why you were so relieved to hear him say that. Maybe it was because he was really the only friend you had growing up. The only real friend that is, not like the nobles who only cared about your money and status.
You couldn't help but smile as you thought back to the past, when you first met Everett, and all the time that followed that.
You breathed into his ear, and Everett shuddered involuntarily.
Before Everett could reply, however, the song ended, and all the dancers parted from each other elegantly. You followed suit, and through the chaos of stray dancers, lost sight of Everett. People flocked to you, praising you, and frankly, sucking up to you. You hadn't realised that many people were watching you throughout the dance, but you weren't surprised. Maybe you were so used to it by now, you hardly even noticed the stares at this point.
looked around, trying to find Everett, but he was no where in sight. It didn't help that their were people surrounding you completely, blocking anything past them. You sighed internally. You guess you'll just have to wait for the next time you'll see him.
Everett needed to get out, somewhere, anywhere. He spotted an empty balcony leading outside, and dashed to it, closing the doors behind him. He felt as if he might suffocate from pure bliss. He didn't know how he was able to last that entire dance without breaking composure. Every time he thought about the curve of your waist, your soft, delicate hand in his own, your breath against his neck, your gentle, divine voice in his ear....ughhhh he was spiralling.
He tried so hard to hide his lust from you, but here, he could no longer hold it in. His breath was erratic, his face hot, and he all but collapsed to the ground, back leaned against the balcony doors.
The sound of his name on your lips was heaven. He wanted to hear you say it over and over again. He wanted to hear you praise him for more than just dancing. He longed for just your mere presence alone, which was enough for him to get like this.
His pants felt uncomfortably tight in a certain area, and Everett knew that if he didn't stop thinking about you now, he wouldn't be able to control himself any longer.
Standing up, patting himself down, as if that would get rid of the intense emotions he was feeling, he braced himself to step inside the palace once more, that is, until he heard the familiar high-pitched, whiney voice he had heard earlier.
