Hi how are you could I request a yandere king cold x female arcosian reader, the reader is from the same from frieza race, the wife of king cold and mother of cooler and frieza, the reader before getting engaged to king cold was already pregnant with cooler and with another male arcosian, who cold killed without mercy and force the reader to marry him, after years she would get pregnant again this time with frieza?
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The day he killed him, the stars above burned cold.
You remembered the sight of your mate's body, lifeless, sprawled across the icy floor of your chambers. The father of your unborn child—Cooler—slain with no hesitation. King Cold stood above him, expression unreadable, as if he had merely stepped on an insect. The blood hadn’t even dried before he turned to you and declared, with the weight of an unshakable empire behind his words:
The engagement wasn’t a choice. The marriage was an inevitability.
In the early years you fought. You resisted. Even as you stood at his side as his wife, draped in royal finery, bearing the title of Queen, you despised him. Cold indulged your tantrums, your biting words, your attempts to undermine him. You tried to remind him at every turn that you weren’t his.
And yet, every attempt at defiance was met with something worse.
He never raised a hand against you, no, King Cold preferred a more insidious cruelty. He surrounded you with guards loyal only to him, ensuring you had no allies. He buried you under lavish gifts, silk and jewels, fine wines from distant worlds, dressing you up as the queen he had stolen. He granted you power, but power that was forever tied to him, so you would never forget where it came from.
And when Cooler was born, Cold made it clear:
You knew then that there was no escape.
Hate turned to exhaustion. Exhaustion turned to resignation. Resignation turned to something else.
King Cold was a tyrant, but he was also… generous. He listened when you made demands, when you craved luxuries, when you whispered about planets that intrigued you. He indulged your whims, and in return, he expected your presence at his side.
You didn't love him. But power, true, undeniable power, was intoxicating.
The day you told him you were pregnant again, with Frieza this time, was the day you stopped pretending you weren’t part of his empire. He smirked, victorious, as if the bond between you had been permanently sealed.
"Our son will be even greater than the last," he mused, brushing a clawed hand over your stomach. "And he will know exactly who rules this universe."
You should have been disgusted. You should have rebelled. But instead, you found yourself smirking back, because Cold was right—your son would be greater. Your blood would shape the future.
Now, as Queen of the Cold Force, you sat on a throne beside him, draped in the finest silks, sipping wine from a golden chalice. You had everything you had ever wanted. Races trembled at your feet. Armies knelt before your command.
You had never truly forgiven him, nor had you ever truly loved him. But power was a seductive thing, and as long as Cold continued to give you everything you desired, you could ignore the past.
He knew. He had always known.
"You may not love me," he murmured one night, fingers trailing over your bare shoulder, "but you will never leave me."
You tilted your head, considering.
Then you smirked. "And why would I?"
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