In the continent of Ashara, there existed six kingdoms. Gatino, Osirin, Albania, Gegoria and Madonia. Madonia was prided as the most powerful since it had the biggest lands, was close to the sea and had rich fertile grounds. Inhabitants of this kingdom participated in various things and their rulers were fair and they prospered. Except for the usual conflicts between neighbouring kingdoms, peace reigned. But all that was about to change.

The king of Madonia had just officially introduced his Queen to the rest of the world during the season of spring. Everyone was joyous and soon got swept in the festive atmosphere. She was well accepted to the kingdom and people who hadn't seen her before had a glimpse of their queen for the first time. She is a very beautiful woman, everyone muttered to each other. The king must be lucky to have her. Indeed he was. It showed in the way he addressed her. Like the sun rose and set on her face. She was his life.

Everyone wanted to catch a glimpse of the Queen, including outsiders. One of them was king Kieran, ruler of the kingdom of Gatino. The youngest of five sons, he had rose to the throne my murdering his elder brothers, causing great catastrophe in the kingdom. Wars had been waged but he emerged victorious. His reign was filled with chaos and he seemed to enjoy it, bathing in the blood of his enemies or anyone who dared to oppose him.

The news of the celebration in Madonia had reached him in Gatino and he decided to pay a surprise visit. Dressed up and taking a visit, he started his journey to Madonia.

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It was the last day of the banquet. It had lasted a fortnight, with parties and festivals in separate parts of the kingdom and soon it would be drawing to a close. Kieran had journeyed through the grand celebrations, hating every single bit of it. All this for a woman? He wondered bitterly to himself as she watched people dancing from his window. To him, women were just tools meant to be used and discarded, just good for warming his bed and nothing more. The least they could do was bare a child. She better be worth it.

He finally arrived at the palace, watching as nobles littered the presence. His anger began to simmer. He hatred for nobles ran deep. Ignoring everyone else, He sauntered into the palace, his soldiers not far behind him. A soldier walked up to him, his face grim.

"Good evening, your majesty. Do you have an invitation to attend this banquet?" He asked, his voice solemn.

"Do I need one?" Kieran asked, glancing at the soldier.

"I'm afraid you do, your majesty." The latter answered.

Kieran made a big show of looking for a invitation before drawing out a dagger and slashing the soldier's neck. The latter backed up in surprise his hands flying to his neck as blood spilled out of it, coating his hands. Gagging sounds escaped his lips before he fell to the ground, convulsing. A snicker escaped his lips.

The surrounding soldiers saw what had transpired and immediately drew their swords. Kieran's soldiers reacted promptly, drawing theirs. He slipped out of fighting crowd, skipping into the palace. Since people couldn't recognize him, they could only stare at him, doing well to stay out of his way.

He finally found the ballroom and walked in. Just like the outskirts, it was packed with people as well. Music waltzed through the ballroom but everyone's attention was focused on the two dancers in the floor, they didn't even notice the intruder. He glanced at their direction and paused, his heart skipping a beat.

Luscious brown hair caught his attention first before he saw the crown on her head. The Queen. She had a smile on her face as she stared into the eyes of her king, who was busy twirling her around, a content look on his. Adorned in jewels that glittered in the candle light, she looked like a celestial being gracing the earth with her beauty.

Kieran's heart began to pound as a strange feeling washed over him, causing his heart to lurch. Possession. He wanted her.

And what Kieran wants, he gets.

The Tyrant Queen's King.

Someone bullied me into writing this. you know yourself. And I thought, Why not? None of you want the story to end anyway.

Anyway, what do you think? Good idea or terrible one?

(Either way, if this eventually happens and I get convinced to writing it. Just know I won't be dropping it immediately. For now, let me know your thoughts!)