A/N: I just want everyone to know, before I get into this update, that I do not believe in any of these fictional works happening to any real life people except for the good bits. For instance, in this chapter, I don't believe anyone should go through what Randy is going through, and I don't believe that gay people (myself included) would be as abusive as Nomi is in this one. I also wanted to make a disclaimer that there is abuse, Stockholmsyndrome, and possible non-con in this chapter. It depends on how you look at it. I apologize if I made anyone uncomfortable, and to please forgive me for any harsh feelings.
I went all out for this chapter.
Everywhere Randy looked gave him the creeps. He was used to silken curtains and fluffy carpets and bright lights. Now, however, he was in a dark cellar; at least, from what he could tell. He could barely see five feet in front of him.
He couldn't move to see anything, either, as his arms were pulled above his head and put into metal cuffs. He'd lost feeling in them hours ago. They had dug into his hands, and Randy could simply tell that there would be marks left behind.
The near-18 year old teen wanted to sob, remembering why he was here in the first place.
"You made a promise, Joseph!"
Joseph was his father's name. The King's name.
Randy had been with his mother, The Great Queen Ruth. They'd been having tea and biscuits, talking in low tones over what Randy would do with his future. They hadn't suspected anything when the wall had exploded in a bright ball of fire.
The purple-haired prince had heard only ringing, opening his eyes slowly. He couldn't see anything, nor hear anything, for such a long time. It wasn't until he'd heard the dragon roar in absolute anger that he heard the words.
You made a promise, Joseph.
What promise? What had his father promised to this monster, this scourge of Norrisville? Randy searched for his mother amongst the rubble as he tried to get up and to escape, but a huge claw wrapped around Randy's waist. He was jerked back, wind screaming in his ear as he saw his castle, his home, getting smaller as he grew higher. His mother, what he saw of her before they were too far away, was pinned under a huge slab of wall. His father had screamed after Randy before the King turned back to his wife, trying to get her free.
Randy had risen, up and up and up, before he'd felt light headed. His head lolled forward, and blackness filled his vision.
When he'd awoken, he could've sworn that he was still asleep, or at least blind. Everything was so dark, and creepy. He kept getting chills, and the goosebumps on his legs and arms gave no hint of going away.
It didn't help that a skeleton with a blue shirt sat not too far from him, hanging from its leg. Randy tried not to look at that poor soul.
Normally, he would be warm, and this stay would be less uncomfortable. Yet during the fly over, he must have been caught on the claw multiple times. His pant leg was ripped so far up that he was surprised it wasn't coming apart; although, he was thankful for it. His shirt was torn to shreds, each piece holding on only by a couple of threads. He had lost a shoe and his belt, and his crown was probably long gone. Either way, Randy was alone, cold, hungry, and scared.
"Hello?"
He knew it was stupid. He really did. But he was desperate. He'd heard nothing but absolute silence for hours, and it was driving him insane. He had no clue the passage of time, because despite the fact that it was dark, it could have been days since he last spoke to his parents.
When he received no answer, Randy put his head on his knees, ignoring the painful tug from his shoulders. He slowly started to sob, knowing that there were only two options for leaving this situation; in a casket, or a knight in shining armor. One option was, sadly, more likely than the other. His tears fell freely, dripping off of his face and falling into the soil, disturbing it.
That's when the dragon spoke.
"Tears are rather unnecessary in a time like this."
Randy nearly shrieked, snapping his head up to face the voice. A small, sputtering light was right across from him, slightly illuminating a rather handsome face. The small amount of hair Randy could see was very much red. It was also long enough to pull it back into a ponytail. There was some just-barely visible scales on his cheeks, and his eyes were a deep amber color, with slitted pupils.
The small flame appeared to be coming from his fingertips, which Randy would have been marveling at, had it not been for his current conditions.
"W-What?" Randy's mind couldn't understand what he was seeing. This wasn't the same dragon that had kidnapped him from his childhood home.
"I said, " the dragon stood, walking calmly over to him, "there is no need for tears in a time like this."
"i... I don't..." his voice failed him, his eyes darting around. Was it possible to escape?
His chains reminded him that no, there wasn't.
"I know you do not understand." The man huffed. "Frankly, that does not matter. After all, you will not be thinking about anything for the rest of your life."
"Are you going to kill me?!" his voice turned into a screech as it returned, full force.
The man shook his head, a puff of smoke escaping from his lips and causing the light to sputter even moreso.
"Why would I kill my bride?"
The princes's stomach dropped. The smell, more than likely from this stranger, made him want to vomit or pass out; maybe both. The words just spoken raked down Randy's spine.
When the dragon came closer, Randy attempted to back away, only to be met with the stone wall. He tried to free his hands, but alas, the metal bindings refused to give. A clawed hand cupped Randy's cheek. He tried to jerk his face away, but the hand held on tighter, keeping him in place. Randy whimpered as the tears began to fall again.
"Like I said, love," the dragon wiped the tears away with a claw. "There's no need for tears."
Randy's hear pounded, his life flashing before his eyes.
"Please let me go.."
"Afraid I cannot. Now, I will have my servants set up the dining room for our wedding feast. I am sure the guests cannot wait to see you."
"Guests?" Randy's hands hook, watching this man pick up a nearby torch, lighting it on fire and beginning to carry it off.
'You are not the only person I have taken, my dear prince. I did not want you to be married in an empty chapel."
His laughter bounced around the room as he left. Randy was once again left in complete silence.
Hours seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he'd fallen asleep at one point in time, being as exhausted as he was. Yet when he woke up, he had no more shackles on his wrists. Instead, he was on a sort of leash- a manacle, attatched to the wall. Long enough to reach everything but the doorway and window. Randy hadn't noticed it before, but there was a window with bars and glass in his 'cell'. The more time that passed, the more light that filled the room.
It turns out, he wasn't in a cell, and he wasn't in a dungeon.
He was in a lavish room.
The scratches on the wall that Randy had spotted earlier were still there, but fifty feet from that, there was a gigantic, circular, very soft-looking bed. Silk pillows and heavy blankets tempted Randy. He even got up and took a step toward it, remembering his chain when it scraped against the floor. He tried to ignore it as he went over to the bed, testing it first with his hand, then sitting down on the bed. He felt almost as if he were in heaven.
Despite wanting to fall back and fall asleep, he took this time to search the room from his seat.
Across from the door was a large wardrobe, with mirrors set into the panels, surrounded by small braids of gold. The drawers were much the same, only the handles were very ornate, and had huge gems inlaid into them. Next to this elaborate wardrobe was a mirror, draped in silk and wrapped in twisted gold. A rug sat in front of the wardrobe and mirror, white, made of some sort of very soft fur.
Randy didn't wanna know which animal it came from, nor how it was gained.
What was on the rug, however, made him feel a tinge anger and regret when he saw his crown. It was broken. On one side, it was absolutely shattered, with multiple pieces seemingly missing. The other part was twisted irreparably. It had been a couple of feet from him this entire time. The tears came back again, so Randy tried to keep his eyes off of that part of the room.
A small table was pushed flush to the sill of the window. It, too, was draped with silk, adorned with a huge bowl of foreign fruits preventing it from flying away.
The most impressive corner of the room was furthest from the door, next to a different door that lead into a bathroom. A huge pile of gold, coins, gems, jewelry, clothes, fine cloth, multiple crowns and multiple objects of power seemed to have just been chucked into the corner, like dirty clothes. However, there was also a disturbing part of the pile.
Skeletons.
So many, almost as if they were protecting the treasure.
One of them even clutched a leather satchel, inlaid with gems and spilling coins.
Randy felt that he should be afraid. Yet all he could feel was sore, and tired. He laid back on the pillows and blankets, wrapping one of the smaller blankets round himself. Within seconds, he was fast asleep.
"Prince Randy?"
Randy groaned, trying to turn away. The hand shook him again, causing him to startle. He bolted upright, images of a skeletal hand gripping his shoulder fading slowly. Instead, he was faced with a thin, pale woman. Her haunting blue eyes stared at him, almost shocked.
"King Nomi has requested that you dress for the wedding, and to make your way downstairs." the girl's purple hair was far too much like Randy's for him to be comfortable.
"Tell him I'm not going, and that he could shove a scepter up his ass before I married him." he grumbled, folding his arms.
"King Nomi has told me that you have no choice."
She snapped her fingers, causing two handmaidens to come out, grabbing Randy and dragging him to the bath. Despite his protests, they managed to strip him quickly, and rubbed his skin pink before he was able to tell where he was facing. They cleaned his hair, scrubbing deeply, and put in bath salts that made him smell like lilacs. They even managed to scrub under the chain, apparently too untrustworthy to take it off yet.
One of the girls even took a cloth, scrubbing the corners of Randy's eyes with it. They were as thorough as he'd let them. Finally, they freed his leg from the chain, but only for him to get dressed in his wedding finery. The girl from before was holding the outfit they'd picked for him, staring at him with those ever-so-haunting eyes.
They dressed him quickly, even with the multiple layers that were present. As quickly as they'd begun, they'd fathered his bearings in front of the mirror. He could see that they had put him in a light purple undershirt, silk, of course. A white vest kept it in place, with the collar to said vest being all the way up to Randy's chin. It almost felt like a collar with a chain. The sleeves to his undershirt were puffed, buttoned tightly around his wrists. His pants were white as well, and matched with his shoes. Over all of this, he was given a medallion, studded with hundreds of tiny precious gems. A smaller crown than his original was placed on his head, along with a veil that slightly obscured his face.
Randy couldn't believe that he was looking in a mirror.
"I.. If I don't marry him-"
"He will bar you into this room whilst he kills your family and citizens, before destroying your kingdom, leaving you nothing to go back to." the handmaidens said together.
Randy sank to the floor, letting out one last cry before he would force himself downstairs. The girls fixed him up so that he looked like he hadn't been crying, gently draping the veil over his face.
"We must go. King Nomi grows impatient."
Randy nodded numbly, allowing them to lead him to the lavish doors of what he could only assume to be the chapel. The girls opened the door to a scene that made Randy want to cry all over again.
Everyone was there, at least for the most part. All the nobles, his parents, other King and Queens, and even some peasants. His father stood next to the door, his face glum, apologizing to Randy with his eyes. Everyone seemed to be far too tense for something like a wedding.
"Dad?"
"I'm so sorry, Randy..." his father gently lead Randy down the aisle.
It felt more like a funeral walk than that of a Bridal march.
Randy looked up at the center of it all. 'King Nomi'. The wicked being grinned down at Randy.
He, akin to his bride-to-be, was dressed in his wedding finery. Leather cuffs were on his wrists, accented with white and decorated with gems. His shirt was white, his vest and pants red. His shoes were black. His hair was pulled into the same ponytail as before, with his horns being decorated with strings of rubies. The tail was brushed, and it twitched every now and again.
What infuriated Randy was the crown on Nomi's head.
When Randy got to the alter, and the waiting groom, his father tried to hold onto him for a bit longer, to slowly hand him over. However, Nomi was impatient, and snatched Randy's hands from Joseph's, before bidding him to go back to his own seat.
"That's my fathers' crown." Randy stared King Nomi down as boldly as he dared, ignoring the tears that sprung up.
"This crown, along with you, were promised to me years ago." The bastard dared say this with a smile, stroking the back of Randy's hand with a thumb.
"I won't marry you! You've been a menace to my kingdom for generations, and now you've kidnapped me, expecting me to marry you? What a pathetic joke!" Randy snapped, trying to wrench his hands from Nomi's grip.
He was startled when Nomi pulled back not only Randy's hands, but Randy himself, into a death grip. His voice was a low growl, his eyes burning with fury.
"You surely must be aware of what would happen to you if you were to reject me?"
"We'll fight you-" Randy felt tears fall down his cheeks freely as he struggled.
"With who? Everyone you know and love is here. All of your civilians are in the room next door, scarfing down all the food they can. No one would be able to blink before they would be killed if you refuse to marry me."
"I-"
"I am not done. Your father promised you to me y ears ago. You, in every way, are mine. You will marry me, or I will do to you as I did your handmaidens. The only difference between them and you would be that you would be well aware of everything happening to you. You would feel everything as I would fuck you into the bed, listening to your screams of pleasure and pain. You would feel every minute of your body bearing my child."
Randy whimpered, eyes wide and fearful. He attempted to shrink away, his whole body shaking. "I-I can't have kids, I'm a man-"
"That is a simple fix. You have three seconds. Fight, or submit. 3..."
Randy's eyes searched those of h is parents, but they glanced away shamefully.
They wouldn't help you even if you begged.
"2..."
Randy looked at all those attending. They were relying on him. his hands slowly stopped shaking.
Everyone is better off with you being married to the monster.
"1..."
"I.. I'll submit..." Randy whispered, eyes downcast.
Anger, shame, guilt; they all twisted in him, the tears ever-flowing down his cheeks.
Nomi reached up, causing Randy to flinch.
"Do not be like that. I would not hurt you." Nomi brushed away the tears, yet more took their place.
"You've already wounded me by forcing me to stay by your side."
"Come now, it will not be so bad. I will treat you much like I would my treasure."
"I've seen how you treat your treasures, and I don't like it at all."
Nomi simply chuckled, motioning for the terrified priest to speak. The seremon went on for 15 minutes, speaking of good and evil, and how the good would recieve no evil. Nomi's growl seemed to suggest that he hurry up. The priest quickly wrapped it up, getting to the part where bride and groom, now one, formed a permanent bond by drinking from the cups made beforehand, and would then seal the bond with the kiss.
Randy's hand was released so that he could grab the goblet, looking into it to see the deep-red liquid. He looked up at Nomi, eyes still red from the tears. Nomi smiled in return, linking their arms as they both drank from their goblets. Nomi wasted no time once Randy had set down his own goblet; he grabbed the prince and kissed him deeply, feeling Randy begin to tense.
"What did you-"
"I said it would be an easy fix, my love. Now, let us all go and feast!" Nomi beamed at the guests, all of whom gave a rather dim cheer.
Everyone spilled into the room next door, Randy and Nomi leading the way. Nomi refused to let go of Randy's hand, knowing his new wife would try to escape him the first chance he had. However, it helped having his wife a wee bit incapacitated. He settled both himself and Randy at theirs seats at the table, watching Randy with entertainment.
Randy's hands shook, digging into the wood of the table. His insides were both on fire and ice cold. It twisted and felt as if it were being crushed. He wanted to throw up. Nomi waited patiently, taking part in the merriment and songs that were played for the new, 'happy', King and Queen of Norrisville.
The 'party' had ended hours ago. Nomi had half-carried his new wife back up to their bedroom, ensuring that Randy didn't tilt his head back in a way that could hurt him. Although now he seemed to be getting over the potion, being able to sit up on his own and being able to only occasionally grimace in pain.
Despite Randy despising Nomi, he was grateful for the support as they walked.
When they managed to get into their room, Nomi settled Randy down on the bed, leaving for the wardrobe for a brief moment. Randy took note of a small dagger on the bedside, snatching it and hiding it up his sleeve as he felt another cramp pass. They were getting more bearable, so the chances that the cramps were almost done were high.
Nomi returned, carrying a small box.
"Go put that on." he smiled, attempting to kiss Randy on the lips, but being met with a cheek and disdain.
The Queen left, allowing Nomi to recline on the bed and to loosen his vest, just a bit. Five minutes passed, and Randy came out from the bathroom.
"Do I have to wear this?"
While his glare was venomous, the outfit was like that of an angel. see through top, a long, elegant cape, and shorts that would be easy to rip off. Nomi ignored Randy's question, reaching his hands out.
"what."
"Come here." Nomi purred.
Begrudgingly, Randy did so, letting his hips be snatched by Nomi and having himself pulled close. Nomi pressed kisses against the jutting bone of Randy's hips, slowly bringing him down and kissing where he pleased.
It wasn't long before Randy ended up under him, with Randy pretending he was anywhere else, and Nomi snapping him back to reality every second, it seemed.
we're skipping some time because I'm lazy and I said so.
The past eight months had been entertaining for Nomi. With his firstborn on the way, Randy had paid less attention to who their father was, and more on what the baby would do when they were born.
As of right now, Nomi could hear him, far across the room, speaking to the baby as if it were already born and talking back. Nomi glanced up from his paperwork, seeing Randy curled against the window, blankets wrapped everywhere around him except the stomach. He gently traced his stomach, whispering about how great they would be as rulers, if only they would be born already-
Nomi stood, walking over to Randy. Randy stopped talking right away, but allowed Nomi to gently pick him up and settle him on Nomi's lap. While eight months ago Randy would have tried to claw Nomi's eyes out, now he only laid his head on Nomi's chest.
The humans had a word for this, Nomi knew.
If he remembered correctly, it was called Stockholm Syndrome.
Well, that was nothing to be worried about now. for now, it was time for silence, and sun.
A/N: see what i mean? Shit got deep and dark in this.
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