Hi, all!

This is gonna be challenging. It's a medieval story, so I'm gonna have to do some research. But if you like pain, suffering, and overall violence in fics, welcome! All others, also welcome!

You know, at first, when I thought of this idea, I was like, "wait, this is medieval, and it's gonna be set in England. Does that mean they'll have a British accent?" Answer is: no! Historical TV shows are a LIE! They all used to talk in an American-like accent. Fucking disappointing. But here we are!

Anyway, important note: this is my own AU, so some historically accurate stuff won't be applied here. The Gay™ was not okay before, but that's bullshit here! That mindset doesn't apply to my fanfic. I can do whatever the fuck I want. Kay? Got it? Great!

Enjoy pain!


Normally, Benjamin was good at stealing. He'd been used to it since he was a child. Of course, he'd never told his family that he stole, up until recently since his grandmother was wondering where he had gotten all these fruits and bread rolls. But he still stole. He was a natural at it, and he was good at shifting the attention and getting away with food that was now his. He had to be a natural. He was poor, and he couldn't buy enough to support himself and his grandmother.

But today, he didn't aim to steal the apple that was in his hand just so he could bring food to their old, crumbling home. No, today was different.

Today was the day he decided he wanted to kill the king.

So, what better way to do it than to steal and get caught? He would be brought for punishment, and oh, did the king love being there to give the punishments.

He knew it wasn't a good plan. Not at all. He was an impulsive man, and he didn't have any plans. He didn't even know what exactly would happen in the castle if he were to get there. He just knew he had to face the king. Even if he didn't kill him, he at least wanted to tell him how much he despised him. How much his people despised him. He was a cruel king. Perhaps the king deserved what had happened to him six years ago. The people who had suffered with him didn't deserve it, but he did. He hoped the king would go to whatever Hell that existed after he died.

"Get back here, you bastard!" said the fruit merchant.

Benjamin made a pitiful attempt at running, then when he was caught by the merchant, he felt his heart beat even faster. He was scared. A part of him didn't want to go to the castle, but oddly, he was itching that he was finally going to face the monster.

"You shitface – you're going to face the punishments of the king. And he's going to cut your head off! I'll make sure of it! Federic, come with me! You suffered from his stealing, and you witnessed this man take my food many a times," the merchant said.

The trip wasn't pleasant at all, either. The merchant would shove him and call him names. He didn't care. He just wanted to arrive to the castle and get his task done. And soon enough, they were there. The castle, as beautiful as the previous Queen Samantha had made it, didn't feel so beautiful anymore despite the blooming garden still remaining and the castle looking just as grand. Now, it was the silence, the loneliness, and the unwelcoming nature of the place that made it unpleasant. And at the core of it – King Ethan.

There were others here waiting with fear as they heard their punishments. Benjamin could hear the king from the Throne Room saying things such as, "throw him in the dungeons", "a traitor like you must die", "burn the witch at the stake tomorrow evening", and other horrifying, absurd sayings.

So, when it was Benjamin's turn to see what his punishment would be, he felt the weight of his decision at last. What had he brought himself to?

He entered the Throne Room with the two men that had come with him, but now his head was down. As the men told of the many occasions where Benjamin had stolen and done other crimes he had forgotten about, he looked up to see the king. His heart skipped a beat.

He remembered a time when the king used to be a charming prince. He used to smile, see how the people were doing regularly, and walk through the markets with the cheerfulness of a prince who cared. Once upon a time, he had wished the Prince Ethan would notice him. Choose him as a Prince to wed. Or perhaps just glance at him. Because his smile was enough to make the kingdom satisfied. Everyone loved him.

But six years ago, his face didn't seem to recognize what a smile was. He was always frowning. He was always angry. He didn't look handsome anymore. As a king, no one loved him. Despite the fact that he was raised by the kindest king this kingdom had seen. King Ross was a blessing. And so was King Ethan when his father was alive. But after that, there seemed to be something in him that snapped – that rotted. And even when Benjamin looked at him, all he could see is a disgusting face.

The king's hand, which was fisted, had been on his cheek lazily, his elbow supported by the arm of the throne. He didn't seem to care. Instead, he seemed bored. Upon hearing what Benjamin had done, he removed his hand from his cheek as if ready to say something, yet he still looked bored, his eyes almost sleepy, but not quite. He motioned to the right of his throne. "Men, it's been a long day. I've heard of theft throughout it. Send him to the dungeons. I'll deal with him tomorrow. Perhaps have his hands cut off. That might be fun to see." He gave a smirk, but it was quick to disappear.

Benjamin gulped. He felt himself lose hope that anything good would happen to him. Fate was horrible to him. Maybe he wouldn't have his hands cut off and he'd be killed instead. Just when the merchant had shoved him forward, footsteps could be heard coming from the hall to the left of the throne. "Brother, why must you do this to me?" Princess Jane was here. He had forgotten she was in the kingdom this week. "You just sent the farmer's daughter to be burned tomorrow? And you called her a witch? Father would be disappointed in you. Free her this instance!"

"As if the guards would say no to you. I told them to listen to you, but Sister, you cannot go against my ruling!" said the king.

Benjamin felt the shoving again. They were momentarily distracted, but he still knew he would suffer what the king had decided for him. "No, stop!" Or maybe not. "What is it this time, Ethan? Are you sending him to a death penalty just because he broke a torch on the streets?"

"My dear sister, I would never do something so absurd," he said.

"With you, I never know. You seem to be getting worse and worse every year. Next thing I know, you'll be sending babies to drown because they cried in your presence," she said, her voice getting higher. She was always so calm around the people. Maybe her brother brought out the angriness in her. Although, what she had just said almost made Benjamin want to laugh. There was a reason she was so loved. She may be young, but she was worth a thousand men. At least, that was what her prince husband had said. He wasn't here to confirm that, though. He was too busy being a prince in his own kingdom and avoiding the wrath of his wife's brother. A smart man.

"My lady," the merchant said. "He is a thief. And he's caused many merchants great losses! It is too much, your highness. The king is going to cut his hands tomorrow."

She sighed. "It would bring you pleasure to torture your people, wouldn't it?" She shook her head. "Your hands will not be cut off. That is my gift to you. The king would not oppose what I say. I can assure you that." The king seemed displeased, but he didn't say anything.

Benny bowed his head. "Thank you, Your Highness."

"It is my pleasure," she said. "But tell me, why would you steal so much?"

Benjamin looked at the king, who was fuming silently at what was happening. Yet, as she said, he didn't oppose her. He looked back at the kind-hearted of the two siblings and said, "I am very poor, and the money I make is not enough to feed me and my grandmother. I would take another job, but frankly, there are more people in the kingdom than there are jobs. I do not have a choice, and I do not want to beg for money."

"I do not understand the point of this. I do not need to listen to pity stories," the king said. Why was he like this? If he wanted Benjamin to kill him right then and there, then he needed to speak a bit more. Benjamin would be delighted to try, despite guards surrounding the room.

"Would you please be quiet? This conversation is for people who have the capability to feel. It is not for cold-hearted people such as yourself," she said. Again, Benjamin almost laughed. She really could make the king stop talking.

The king stood up. "All right. Be done with this. There is no one after this man. I would like to go and have my supper."

"Well, perhaps this man can give you your supper," said the princess.

The king raised his eyebrows. "And you expect me to let this man walk in my castle?" he asked, enraged.

"He said he cannot afford to feed the family. We have work to be done in the castle. Servants have left you years ago, and now there are not enough people to help you," she said. "Have this man be your servant. You will get a servant, and he will get to eat."

"You have done enough, Sister," the king said in a low voice, a voice that would've made Benjamin tremble if it wasn't for the princess.

"And you haven't done enough. Shame on you for leaving your people to suffer. If you do not mercy your people, I do not know what would happen to your soul after you pass," she said, ready to walk away.

"Fine, fine," he said, beckoning for Benjamin to follow him. "I will only do this for you, Jane."

She nodded, a smile appearing on her face. "Thank you, King Brother." She turned to Benjamin. "You will work here now. But if you steal from the castle, you will have to be punished. We are giving you food and money, and there would be no excuse for stealing."

"Yes, Your Highness," he said. He was thankful, but his heart still wouldn't stop beating fast. He would be around the king now. This was going to make Benjamin's life scarier than it was before.

After things have been settled with the merchants, the princess had made the king come towards her. She looped her arm around his, a big smile on her face as she looked at him. In the meantime, the king made no expression of affection, but Benjamin did not doubt he loved his sister. No ruthless king would let his sister free prisoners. He wouldn't let her get a thief and make him a servant. He had to love her to let her do what she wanted. And if he didn't love her, who was there to love? She was the only family he had left. She could be the only one who can soften his heart.

Too bad she barely came to the kingdom. Who would come? People wanted to leave, and they were leaving.

Well, now the merchants have left and Benjamin was left with the two royal members of the family. "Come," the princess had said.

Benjamin nodded and followed behind.

The king walked down the hallway that his sister had come from, all the while his sister was walking with him, her arm in his. Benjamin, who was walking behind them, was led to an old lady who was apparently the head servant. After the king had gone, the old lady smiled. "A new member of the family. Delightful!" she said, and brought him inside a big room – the servants' room. There weren't many in it. There were a few maids, chatting among themselves in the peace of this room, and two men were sitting and eating. He could smell the food. Was it freshly made? It smelled wonderful. "You can go change and wash yourself. The food for the king and princess is being made now. Once it's done, I've been ordered to let you bring it. You can meet the other servants in the wait. More are coming in a bit."

The first thing he did was wash himself. The water felt nice here. It wasn't great, but it was better than what he was used to. Then, he put on his new servants' clothes. They felt like soft cotton, unlike his rough clothes that he couldn't wear without feeling uncomfortable. It was then that he realized how poor he was. The castle was so beautiful, the clothes were nice, the food smelled delicious. He'd never experienced that. Ever. And his parents would never experience this. Mother, father. I hope you can see me now. This might be the first night I'm getting food without trouble. He swallowed. I'm sorry, but I have to serve the king for now, just to survive, just to give my grandmother some ease of mind. Even if I am serving the man who killed you. I promise I will kill him. I promise I will avenge you. But not now.

During the wait, Benjamin talked to the two other male servants, who felt bad that Benjamin had to be the king's personal servant. "He might not be as horrible when he is in the castle because he is not surrounded by his people, but that doesn't make him any less of a scary king here." That did not make him feel better.

Benjamin scoffed. "Why would he be angry at the people? We did nothing."

"I do not think he is angry at the people," the blond servant said. "I am not sure, but my best guess would be that he is frustrated, and he's letting his frustration out on us." That made more sense. Still, there was a flaw in that logic.

"That is not frustration," Benjamin said.

The servant shook his head. "I do not know what it is, but that is how I can describe it."

"The king's servant? What is your name?" That was the old lady's voice. Benjamin stood and turned to her.

"Benjamin," he said. "Is the king's food ready?"

She nodded. "Come with me, Benjamin," she said. And so, he followed her. As they walked, she turned to him and said, "Benjamin. Such a lovely name. The king appreciates lovely names. He would like yours."

"He has a fascination with names?" he asked, smiling in an amused way. He did not take the king as such a man.

"Not a fascination. He likes how names sound and what they mean. He thinks the meaning represents people," she said.

"Is that so? And what does his name mean?"

She laughed a bit. "I think you would find it fitting. It means firm and strong." She smiled sadly. "He was always a strong man. It is now that he is abusing his strength. How unfortunate. Of course, I cannot say that to his face."

Benjamin wanted to change the subject. "And what does my name mean?" he asked.

"Well," she said, opening the door of a room, which he found out to be the kitchen. "I'm not sure, to be frank. I will have to do some reading, and I will come back to you with that information."

Benjamin smiled. She was nice to be around. At least this castle can be tolerable. "Here. Bring this to the king and his sister. I will lead you to them. They will probably be in the king's chambers. If not, then in the dining room." He took the tray of food being offered to him. He felt his mouth water. There was a whole chicken, a stew of some kind, a steaming potato with something stuffed inside it, an assortment of fruits, and finally, sweets.

"Do not worry, Benjamin," she said, laughing. "You will serve the food, then get to eat afterwards. Unless the king wants you to do another task before you eat."

"Let us hope he does not," he said, taking a step towards the door they came from.

"Oh, I forgot. One second, Benjamin. He needs his medicine," she said, rushing towards a cabinet. Within it, he could see spices. Many spices. And below, it seems there was medicine put into small jars that had a cork to close them off.

"Medicine?" he asked as she put one jar on the tray.

"Yes, medicine. The king has chest pains frequently. That along with vomiting," she said. "So, he has to take the medicine for every meal. We've already put jars in the kitchen so it is more convenient for us than walking to the physician before the meals. Or rather, it is more convenient for you now."

Chest pains and vomiting? The king was sick and people outside of the castle didn't know? What else did he not know about the king? He imagined there was a lot to discover in this castle.

"Follow me, Benjamin. And do as I do, understood?" she asked.

He nodded, walking beside her until they reached a door by the end of one of the halls. He realized he needed to remember where the room was. He was not paying attention. Perhaps when they get back, he will be more aware of the paths.

As they approached the room, he could hear the king and the princess whispering. While they were trying to be silent, they were still a bit loud.

"I am sorry." That was the princess. "I cannot come back if you remain this way! I love you, but you scare me!"

"And scaring you means you will cut all your ties with me? This is insanity!" he said.

"I am not cutting all ties with you! I will send you letters, but I will not come unless you change. And I do hope that you change. I want to visit again."

That was the last they said before the lady knocked on the door. Benjamin stood behind the lady, looking down at the floor. He knew he shouldn't be looking at the floor when he entered. It wouldn't be appropriate to avoid looking at the king, especially when greeting him with the princess. But right now, while the conversation was still fresh in his mind, he felt devastated. He didn't want the princess to not come back. Not only did he feel like the kingdom would long for her mercifulness, but if she does not come back, it means the king will have not changed for the better.

Either that would happen, or Benjamin would finally kill the king. No, no, the princess would come then. She would grieve over her brother. But she would be lonely then. She would be the queen, yes, but Benjamin would have caused her sadness. He didn't know what to think anymore. The royal family was causing him more trouble than he thought.

"Your Majesty, supper is ready," said the old lady.

A second of silence fell before steps were heard. The king had come to open the door. His face, at first glance, seemed mostly neutral, with a bit of his all-too-familiar glare. However, on second glance, Benjamin could see the sadness hiding behind his eyes, behind the quiver on his lips that he had for a second.

"You may come in," he said, stepping aside. His eyes remained on Benjamin, and it did not feel comforting to have the king look at him for so long.

"Set the tray on the table," she said, motioning towards a small, round table that was about the same size as the tray. There were two chairs around the table, although that seemed to be as much as the table could allow. He did as the lady said, and then stood there, not sure if there was anything else to do. "That is all, Benjamin."

"That is his name?" the king asked. "Benjamin?"

The lady nodded, smiling politely. "Yes, it is."

That still did not stop the glare directed at Benjamin. Perhaps, in the king's eyes, he was a thief, and he will always be a thief. Perhaps the lady was wrong, and he did not care for Benjamin's name. Why would he? He was a stranger to the king, who only knew bad things of him.

"Your Majesty," said the lady. "Will you need someone to be with you after the meal?"

The king looked at Princess Jane. "If my sister does not stay afterwards, yes. Will you?"

She smiled sadly at him. "I apologize, Brother. I have much I need to get ready for the travel tomorrow. I can only stay to eat."

He nodded. "Then I will need someone." For what? Benjamin wondered. "Can you come?" the king asked her.

She laughed, but somehow, it seemed polite, and the king was unfazed by it. "I, too, have to apologize. I cannot be here. I have some matters to take care of. I can, if you'd like, send Benjamin here once you've finished."

The king eyed Benjamin for a second. Then two, three, four. When would he look away? Benjamin felt like the king was burning into his soul. He turned back to the lady. His looks were softer with her and the princess. It didn't matter to Benjamin, anyway. Maybe when he's dead, he wouldn't look at Benjamin this way. Wait, why was he thinking this way again? Didn't he just feel bad for the princess when he'd thought of assassinating the king? "Very well. I suppose it is better to have my own servant get used to me."

He didn't know what any of this meant. Why did the king need someone? What was Benjamin supposed to do? He knew the lady would tell him but he couldn't help but wonder for now. He had a right to know the answers as the servant, didn't he?

The lady bowed her head. "Enjoy your meal," she said. Benjamin also bowed, then as she left, he had followed.

Once they were away from the door, the lady said, "You did well."

"Thank you," he said. "But what does the king need me for?"

"He needs you for when he takes the medicine. He cannot eat his food without feeling sick, so he will feel weak, and will need assistance for a bit before he feels fine." She made a turn towards the right. He tried to remember that. "It will be hard at first, to see him so sick. If you have a heart for him, I feel you will find it hard. But with that said, I'm surprised he agreed to you coming to see him. He doesn't like it when others see him in such a vulnerable state."

"I can understand that," he said. That was probably the only thing he could understand from the king's behavior. Other than that, there was nothing he could excuse or accept. "And when will I know when to see him?" he asked.

"Do not worry. The princess will come here to tell us when she's finished."

That was fine by him. He had sat in the servants' room and ate for a bit before he felt guilty for eating without his grandmother. "Can I bring some of this home?" he asked the other servants.

"Yes, we always bring our portions back home. The castle food is too good to be wasted." That was a relief. His grandmother would be happy to see such nice, colorful food. Even if the servants' food didn't look as great as the king's meal did, but it still tasted like nothing Benjamin had eaten before.

The princess had come to tell Benjamin that they were done, smiles and cheers on her face, then she had left to her chamber. Now, it was time for Benjamin to face the even more ugly side of the king. He did not look forward to this.

He had knocked on the door and waited for a bit.

"Come inside." It was faint. It wasn't the usual king's voice – the voice that shook the place with his anger. It wasn't that. It was so weak, it could barely be heard. Benjamin opened the door to a sight he'd never thought he would see.

The king was sitting down, not in a chair, but on the floor, his back against a corner. He was breathing hard, his lips slightly parted. And his eyes – they were tired, blankly staring at the wall. His body was covered in sweat. How could his posture and his appearance change so much in such a short time?

His was leaning against the walls at first, but then he huddled on top of a sack that Benjamin had not noticed earlier. From the sounds, Benjamin could tell the food was leaving the king's body. It was not a pleasant appearance. But oddly enough, it made Benjamin appreciate seeing the king in a new light. Perhaps he needed to see the weaker side.

With a shaky hand, the king pointed towards the water and the cloth that were laid on the dresser – the closest surface to the king's place beside the floor. Benjamin, afraid the king might shout at him despite his current weakness, hurried to get the items that the king wanted.

The first thing King Ethan reached for was the cloth. He wiped his mouth, then with his skinny fingers, he reached for the water. He seemed to be less shaken now, but he was still weak. He swished some water in his mouth to rinse it, then he drank the rest.

He handed Benjamin the cup back, and Benjamin put it on the tray that the uneaten food was left on, which surprised Benjamin. The food on the tray was split in half. One side had most of the food eaten. The other side, which had the medicine in it, was mostly untouched.

Benjamin turned back to the king. "Is there anything else I can do, Your Majesty?" he asked, trying to fight the urge to flee. Realizing how loyal he had to be to the king for now was not a great feeling, although he didn't mind him now. He was bearable.

The king lifted his eyes to look at Benjamin for a second before returning to how he was before – staring blankly at the floor. "You need not look at me. I am weak. It is an appalling sight. I know that." He took a breath. "I am appalling." The last sentence was a mere murmur, but Benjamin could hear it well. It sent shivers down his body.

Benjamin wanted to say something to the king, but he did not know what to say. He did not want to comfort a monster, but he did not lack empathy. He could tell the king didn't love himself if he could say such a sentence with as much seriousness as he did. But Benjamin did not have the chance. The king spoke before he could.

"Help me stand, Benjamin," he said. This was the first time he had called him by name. But there was no time to dwell on the fact, and to dwell on what this meant, if it meant anything. He just went to help the king stand. Oh, how he would have been happy before to be able to hold the-once-Prince Ethan before and be this close. He would have been happy to help him in his time of need. Now, he felt nothing but pity.

Which was strange. He would have thought he would have felt disgusted. The odor was not pleasant in the corner, and everything about what he was doing went against his instincts. He did not want to help him, yet he had to. Still, he did not feel disgust. He still felt hatred towards the cruel king in front of him, but he felt those emotions become numb at the moment. If Benjamin had seen a man in distress in the streets, he would help no matter how evil he was. And now, an evil king was asking for aid. Benjamin was not going to say no. He was a human, after all, and he had human emotions.

Once the king was standing, he had let Benjamin go. He could walk, but he was slow and tired, as Benjamin expected. He is shorter than me, Benjamin realized. He did not know why, but he had always thought the king was taller. No, he wasn't even close to Benjamin's height. It made him feel so much smaller than he even felt at the moment.

The final thing the king wanted to do was be on his bed, it seemed. "I will not sleep now, but I will not leave the bed. Would you blow the candles but the one on this table?" he asked, pointing to a table by his bed.

It was not as if Benjamin had a choice, so he did as the king said. He had gone to blow the candles farther away from the king first, mostly out of fear of getting close to him. Although, why was he this way? Why was Benjamin so scared of the king now? He seemed strangely polite, and he wasn't frowning and grimacing like he was before. No, he seemed more human now than he did before.

The last candle was the one on a table that was close to the king's side of the bed. He grabbed the candle, but his fingers brushed against a necklace that was on the table. It was not Princess Jane's. He had seen one Princess wear this necklace, and it was not Jane. It was the king's late wife. Benjamin swallowed. If only Princess Sarah was here. Oh, how kind and brave she was. She would yell at her husband for all he'd done. She'd make him grow a spine. But she wasn't here anymore. The king probably missed her, too.

At that moment, he felt the king's stare at him. He was scared to look, but he didn't know why he did anyway. It didn't matter now because the king looked away once Benjamin turned to him. Truly, the king was vulnerable, and he did not fight it, it seemed.

He blew the candle, then set it on the table. Even though he could barely see through the light of the one candle, he bowed and said goodnight to the king. It seemed like he hadn't had a good night in a while.

After leaving the room, Benjamin let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He expected to hate the king even more after coming to serve him in the castle. Why has it been the other way around?

It did not matter anymore. What mattered was his grandmother getting food today – and plenty of it. Besides that, she was probably scared now as Benjamin hadn't returned yet. She didn't know what happened to him. He had to go see her as soon as he could.

After he was told a few more things about his work in the castle, Benjamin gladly left with the meal. His grandmother would be happy Benjamin was alive, with food in his hands and money promised to him soon. He would not steal as long as he had this life.


Darkness was peaceful. It was Ethan's only friend for the past six years. People were scared of the darkness and what lurked behind it, but Ethan wasn't. He knew what people called him. To them, he was the monster that lurked in the darkness. Even his servant seemed scared of him.

Why am I like this? He wondered to himself. Why do I drive people away? I have a choice, so why did I choose to be feared? He must be crazy. That's it. He was madly driven by loneliness, and he didn't know how to get away from it.

He wiped his face with his hand. His chest hurt so much. Someone, end the pain. He wished he could die in his sleep. He wouldn't have to suffer anymore. He could be with his family. He could hug his mother and father. He could be with his lover again. He could hold his one-year-old son again. And his sister would be a better queen. He just didn't want to be here anymore.

He turned to look at the table beside him. The servant, the thief, Benjamin had been looking at the necklace. Had he wanted to steal it? He could have. He could be a traitor to the throne. He should behead this man while he could.

What was he thinking? He was crazy. Benjamin, as he was told, stole food. He was a hungry man. He could possibly steal jewelry, yes, but if Ethan mistrusted everyone in his path, he could die. He could be killed. He did not want to die with chaos spreading in the castle. He wanted peace. And he was doing a bad job at keeping it. He supposed it was a bit late for peace now. It could not be achieved.

Still, he could not stay the way he was. He needed to change. Or else his sister would never come. He would be alone forever. He'd have no one. A knot formed in his throat. He truly was alone in this world, wasn't he?

But Jane wasn't wrong to make her brother have a servant to himself. He's isolated himself for far too long. Even if his sister will leave tomorrow first thing in the morning, he wasn't going to be completely alone. It was a blessing in disguise.

However, the man was a thief, and Ethan needed to be careful. Besides that, he wasn't going to let him have an easy job. He still committed crimes and he wasn't supposed to be rewarded for them. He will get to that tomorrow. For now, he needed to hide the necklace. He could not have it stolen. It was one of the few things he had left of his family.

He held the necklace. Sarah, so beautiful, and cheerful, and strong. How he missed her. He did not dwell on her death every day, but he thought of her at the back of his head often. But hopefully now, she was resting peacefully with their son. With what little energy he had, he got up and locked the necklace in a chest.

He lied down in bed, and went to sleep. He did not know how he slept. He'd always drifted off into a deep slumber even with horrible chest pains and a weak body. But he did it eventually, and like every night, he did not have sweet dreams. Instead, he had ones filled with screams, torture, and fear.


Here we are! I really loved writing this fic! It was soooo fun. Like, you wouldn't believe how much I enjoyed myself. I've never written like this! Dude, why can't I write this detailed in my normal writing?

Anyway, I tried to be as accurate as I could to the middle ages. Still, there were things I couldn't find, so I had to make up something. But in general, I'm so proud! Patting myself in the back.

Hope you guys enjoyed this fic. I would love to hear your feedback, guys! Means a lot to me! You've no idea how happy I get when I read from you guys.

Until next time!