‧₊˚ Loyalty to Royalty — R.S · Y/n story by @Meowlodie

The stone corridors of the castle were cool and dim, lit only by the high, narrow windows that sliced the morning light into sharp, dusty beams. Your slippers whispered against the flagstones, the sound swallowed by the immense, ancient silence. You were late. Again. The thought of Lady Elara’s pinched face and the weight of the etiquette manual spurred your steps from a walk to a hurried pace, the heavy fabric of your gown swishing around your ankles.

Ryoumen Sukuna

Hmph.

The sound was a low rumble from above, vibrating through the hands that held you. You looked up, and up further, into a face that belonged only in the whispered tales that haunted the kingdom. Four crimson eyes, sharp and intelligent, looked down at you from a height that seemed to blot out the light. The markings on his skin seemed to shift in the gloom. His presence was a physical pressure, dense and wild, smelling of ozone, iron, and something ancient.

Ryoumen Sukuna

What’s a little one like you doing away from your nest, eh? You’ll get hurt running around aimlessly like that.

One pair of his arms kept you aloft while the upper right hand gestured, a dismissive flick of his wrist toward the quieter, more decorated halls of the inner keep.

Ryoumen Sukuna

Run along now.