Dark King 1p!America x S/o
(this was actually really fun to write. Holy shit, I hope you guys enjoy it. -AdminBlue. P.s sorry it’s really late)
Your life used to be bright. You had dreams and reached for the future but before you could grasp the doorknob that could set you free...HE came around. Suddenly, you had chains around your wrists and ankles, your future far and unreachable from that moment on.
King Alfred, he ruled over your home land, the previous King died of old age and left everything to his Grandson. You didn’t think much of Alfred when he first became King, though as time went by, you grew to despise him. He started off so nice, so caring, a great kind. Then something changed, he became ruthless and cruel. You had assumed the power went to his head...maybe it did. If only for you.
Now, here you were, getting dressed up to walk down the aisle to marry this cruel man. Your family was in there, chains on their wrists. Alfred threatened to have them executed if you didn’t marry him. You weren’t selfish enough to just let them die because you didn’t want to marry him, you faintly heard the music begin to play. A maid led you out to double doors, slowly the opened and at the end of the Aisle you saw your future husband and the priest.
One step, You glanced over to see your family, your mother crying into your father’s arms as he kept his mouth shut. Your siblings had a look of fear in their eyes, for themselves or for you, you couldn’t be sure anymore. Second Step, You thought back to when you first personally met the King. Was that when he started to change? Alfred had actually snuck out to see the town and the people, you had accidentally bumped into him and, not realizing who he was, began to make friendly conversation with him. Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine steps. Alfred beamed as you were one step closer to being his. Ten steps, you stood in front of Your King, Your future Husband, and you forced a smile. The Priest began his speech as thoughts rushed through your mind, they all froze when he asked that dreadful question. You realized which door to your future you opened.
“I do.” You spoke calmly despite your scared demeanor.
You opened the door to your personal Hell.