INDULGENCE - KILLER X READER (Medieval AU)

***KILLER POV***

"Tis a pleasure to see you again, Your Grace. Forgive me if I seem to stumble over my words, but I am utterly staggered by how quickly your beauty grows by the day."

It took a lot of self restraint for me to not scoff at Doflamingo's over the top compliment, and to not make a move to execute when he pressed his lips against Princess (Y/N)'s hand.

"How sweet of you to say, Lord Donquixote..." (Y/N) feigned appreciation, quite obviously, but still allowed the man to pull out her seat for her at the dinner table.

Not moments before, on the walk to the Western Wing, where the suitors were staying, she had been filling me in on the man in question. It was safe to say that I was horrified that he was even an option.

Lord Donquixote Doflamingo, hailing from Dressrosa, a large citadel two weeks travel to the east, known for both weaponry and exotic goods. I had already had a decent knowledge of him and his house, though there were things that I had learned from her words.

The connection between Doflamingo and King Sakazuki ran deeper than originally expected. Whilst it was common knowledge that the Lord had offered many of his own troops in assistance to seize Marineford, he had also provided brittle weaponry and decoy soldiers to the late King Newgate, to create a false sense of security.

That wasn't the reason his selection as one of the Princess's suitors disgusted me, though. Not only was he over twice her age, but legally, he was her Godparent. Whilst not related, the very thought was horrendous.

"I am very pleased to see you are still wearing the pendant I gifted you." Doflamingo smiled as he sat opposite her, motioning for one of the servants to get the meal to the table.
"Why ever would I not be? It truly is a treasure."

She's a good liar when she wants to be. I could hear her complaining about the ugly thing to her handmaiden...

"Only the finest for you, Your Grace." Shrugging off his coat of obnoxiously pink feathers, Doflamingo clasped his hands together atop the table. "Oh, speaking of...I have had tonight's meal prepared with ingredients freshly imported from Dressrosa. I am sure you will find it to your liking."

I couldn't deny that once the food was carted in, my mouth was watering. The smell was enough to remind me that I had never eaten such lavish food a day in my life, not that I minded. Red and white meats, seafood, vegetables prepared in all manners of ways. It was a smorgasbord.

"You...have truly outdone yourself, My Lord..." Princess (Y/N) seemed to be taken aback by the sheer quantity, and quite possibly the quality, as well. I knew I was. "I would never wish to offend you in any way, but I have high doubts that I could eat all that much. Corset, and all..."

Again, I knew she was lying. She herself had told me that she hadn't eaten for the entire day in the hopes she wouldn't throw up at the thought of him. I felt a strange kind of pride due to knowing that.

"You could never offend me, Your Grace. I'm satisfied simply by the fact that you accepted my dinner invitation." Doflamingo really was trying to sound like the perfect gentleman, but anyone who had any kind of wit about them would be able to tell it was all a ruse.

Men like him wanted only one thing. Power. Marrying the princess of the realm would give him that and everything else his heart desired. Only a fool would fall for it. Luckily my princess was no fool.

It was a pain, standing there as still as stone whilst the pair ate, one speaking more than the other. I was used to discipline, but a different kind. At least I could scowl at the Lord as much as I wanted with him being none the wiser.