Monster take the Crown
By Evil Orange Crayon
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Really if I did, this wouldn't be here and I'd have a better computer.
Warnings: I am a little devious and quite enjoy defiling and molesting things. However, I will not defile or molest anything that is not of an appropriate age. So if someone is a youngin' in the show, they'll be of a reasonable age in anything that I write unless said otherwise.
Some serious OCCness here, sorry. I try to stay IC as much as I can, but with something like this people are going to fall of the deep end of the IC pool. This isn't quite finished and as of right now I'm going to stay in the T range of things because I'm not quite comfortable with anything that may so far be suggested by supporting characters. If that changes I will adjust the rating.
It wasn't long after the cursed foiled attempt to take the Amulet of Avalor had pressed him into further attempts for the crown. It had been in his hands, he had the power of it within his grasp. He just had made the foolish mistake of donning the necklace and endured curse after curse. But with mistakes there are lessons.
The lesson learned, he made another attempt and this time was successful. He had walked into the throne room where the Royal Steward and the King were finishing up their Royal duties for the day. With the Amulet in one hand and his wand in the other he leveled it up at the king. Something in him, the part that was still truly good, gave the King the chance to step down and hand over the crown without any consequences. But, he was met with an eye roll. "That's enough, Cedric. We don't have time for this nonsense," the king had sealed his fate. He was struck down without a final thought.
"Your majesty!" The steward cried at the side of the fallen King.
Unremorseful, he plucked up the crown and placed it upon his own head. He turned towards the distraught steward and couldn't keep the cackle from escaping. "If you have any desire to keep the rest of the Royal family intact. I suggest you take them away from here. Far, far away from here."
With that the older man stood and escaped the fallen king's side in an effort to protect the rest of his line. Though overthrowing the King had been what he had truly desired, he didn't have it in him to end the lives of the children or the Queen. One Princess in particular would have been safe from his wrath. That was probably what prompted him to tell the steward to go spirit them away.
He had other things to worry about than the lives of his oppressors, now. Guards had come running into the scene and he had been too overjoyed to inform them of his succession.
"I am the King of Enchancia, now," he said with a confidence he had never felt before. "Bow and pledge fealty to me or prepare to meet your death."
It had begun.