tyranny / dnf

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^^very good song to play while reading this
im listening to mariah carey rn

Vines swirled around the pearly gates of the medieval kingdom of pinevale. Overlooked by thousands of guardian trees, blocking the sunlight.

The village lived in everlasting sadness, covered in a thick layer of fake smiles. They 'loved' the government and questioned about the king, but if they said anything about it, it lead to execution. George - the king-was a pale brunette with brown & blue eyes. He was sweet and his smile could give you butterflies ; they never saw the king, they saw the two-faced control the president had on the kingdom. Wilbur was a strict, angry politician that always pursued higher power, he acted nice to the villagers but shit to the king, on the other hand, his right hand man, Tommy was corrupted, manipulated by his laws.

-/—/-

George sat on his throne, strapped to it by his wrists, ankles and throat, this is where he spent most of his days, crying and pleading for help. He fucking hated the government, hated everything about them.

A broad man came into the throne room, wearing a French Revolution army uniform , a threadbare flag over his shoulders and a red beanie placed on his bark-coloured hair that was covering his light brown eyes. His assistant followed, wearing the same uniform and a tricorn fitted on his blonde-ish hair.

'Now, now, what do we have here?' He chuckled, walking closer to the king who had his head bowed in misery. No answer came from him, he continued to stay in that position. 'WILL YOU KILLED THE KING?!' Tommy panicked. 'No, I haven't, he just giving me the stupid silent treatment.' Wilbur replied, standing in-front of the lifeless king, kicking at his leg. 'Well maybe he is dead.' He sighed, tommy panicked even more, bringing his hands to his face. The man grabbed his sword lifted up the king's chin, directing his vision to him. 'Are you just gonna fucking sit there and not come and enjoy this wonderful festival?' he angrily asked 'shut up wilbur.' george murmured under his breath, feeling dreadful. 'I'm gonna come to your puny little festival if you promise to set me free.' he pleaded. 'Alright, it is what it is.' Wilbur accepted the deal, setting the poor boy free.

-/—/-

The festival had arrived, everyone enjoyed getting wasted, stuffing their faces with the finest chocolate. Those who were royalty or members of the government were given a separate room to enjoy the festive celebrations.

'God im glad to be out of that chair.' The king groaned, sipping his drink. 'Look, im sorry about Wilbur, he's just being a twat.' Tommy sighed. 'A two faced twat.' George continued.

They had an overall great time, Wilbur put on his little 'nice act' infront of the crowds as they obeyed his laws and danced until the sun set over the trees. The peaceful silence came to a halt when a large bang came from the throne room, we looked at each other in disbelief.

Someone had broken in.

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Authors note:

I was listening to
Fantasy by mariah carey
and it gave me sm energy ngl

have a lovely day/night
babs
xoxo
/j
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