The last thing I wanted to think about was the upcoming feast celebrating the creation of my little kingdom. There were still those who were plotting my permanent death on the loose and we currently had no leads. In my mind, it was a perfect opportunity for something to happen.
"Only bring me food and wine that has been tested first." I ordered a servant writing down a list of everything I said, "And I mean tested right as you are bringing it to me. Oh, and please don't forget to add the little crab cakes to the menu. I know the cook hates making them, but they were so popular last year."
Striker lounged in a shaded corner of my chamber as maids held out several dresses for me to choose from for the occasion. He looked bored out of his wits, but I wanted him close at hand given the circumstances. Glancing over at the imp, I added, "And please make an appointment with the seamstress to have Striker fitted for something new."
This caught his attention. Glaring at me with those luminescent eyes, he said, "Nothing too fancy, I hope."
I only smiled in reply, turning back to the servant writing, "Make sure she doesn't create something too fancy."
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Heavy is the Head | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceHeavy 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.
