"This is Striker," I motioned behind me to the imp standing guard at my right hand, "He will be my personal guard from this point onward."
I was seated at the head of the council table, the sinners appointed as my councilors seated around me. From the moment I walked into the chamber, murmurs and stares were directed toward my new bodyguard and myself.
"Your Majesty," Lord Teller, a skinny sinner with a grey pallor, piped up, "Do you feel your current security detail is insufficient? If so..."
"It is sufficient enough," I cut him off, "Striker is merely additional security to preserve the life of your queen. Or do you object, my lord?"
I stared him down, watching as Lord Teller shrank back in his seat, ashamed. After a moment, I continued, "You all will afford Striker the same courtesy as any of my household. Understood?"
A jumbled mass of consent filled the room before another sinner, this time the despised Lord Barnaby, spoke up, "Your Majesty, I would like to direct the council's attention to a most pressing matter."
"What is it, Lord Barnaby?"
The nerve-grating man cleared his throat before continuing, "There is an emissary from the lust ring hoping to gain permission to sell love potions at the court."
I raised an eyebrow. Surely he could not be serious. Sighing, I asked, "And how much money from these sales will wind up in your pocket?"
Barnaby huffed and puffed indignantly. I rolled my eyes, ignoring him as I pressed forward, "What other business is there, gentlemen? Serious matters only, if you please."
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Heavy is the Head | A Striker x Reader Story
RomantikHeavy is the head who wears the crown. And heavy is the heart yearning for love. From the creator of Big Cats and Cowboys, Ma'at in Hell, and others. I do not own Helluva Boss or any of its amazing characters. I'm just a fan who likes to write.
