Cruel King Drabbles Idk

by Sage_The_Mayor

Summary:

Block Tales.... Oh how I love you....

Chapter 1

His stance was weak enough as it was, leaning against the wall, gripping his ice dagger desperately as the player stood there with no mercy in sight. Their sword had slashed him a few times already, but he could ignore that feeling. The feeling of his own warm blood running down his side as he clenched it with his free and shaky hand. The liquid had stained his royal clothes, but he didn't care.

What he couldn't ignore is what was about to happen next.

A stick of dynamite was lit by the player and tossed towards him, it flying through the sky innocently and down onto him. The King didn't have enough time to move and as he glanced up he saw the stick of explosive hell landing on him with a loud "bang" that came after it.

Smoke and dust filled his lungs as he ears rang with the echo of the noise and he fell to his knees, desperately trying to breath as the debris from it was silently choking him and the sudden pain that ran through his side became more and more obvious.

The Player used this sudden weakness as an opportunity to run over to the King and slip the ice dagger out of his shaky hands and into their pockets swiftly. They did exactly that and the King felt his prized possession being tugged out of his hand and slipping away into the player's murderous hands.

They quickly ran out of the room and left the King, laying there as Knights suddenly ran into the room and over to him in response to the noise.

The Knights ran over to him, their armour clunking together and against one another's as a few of them kneeled down next to him rather quickly and concerned.

The King sat there bent fowards on his knees, using his hands to keep him from collapsing and passing out. One of the Knights wrapped their gloved hand around him, pulling him into their grasp and making him look up at them. 

"Oh God my King-! Are you ok?!" They exclaimed as they saw the small trickles of blood run down his face.

The King looked back up at him through his weary eyes and with a tired look as he forced himself to speak quietly.

"A-augh Y-yes.." He managed to mutter out in-between groans of pain, his bleeding side and the lingering pain bothering him.

The Knight glanced down to his side and saw the tear in the King's royal clothing, revealing a red a bloody looking part of flesh that looked like it was missing skin due to the sharp sword.

Slowly, the Knight moved his hand to under the King's shoulder and stood up, causing the King to wince in pain as he put pressure onto his legs. His legs felt like they were going to give in and he would be back on the floor.

"We need to get you to the medic and quickly.." The same Knight muttered to him quietly and quickly as the others suddenly began to help open doors so they could leave the room.

"Very well." The King agreed as he took a step forward and made his way out of his room and towards the medic's room.

Chapter 2

Notes:

UHHHH I GAVE THE KING HIS OWN NAME AND A FEW LITTLE HEADCANNONS PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME GANG🗣️🗣️😭😭🙏🙏😿😿

The King and the Knight walked down the long stone hallway, the walls being covered with large portraits of the Kings and Queens that came before him. The portraits draped over the wall elegantly as the King stumbled slightly and the Knight tightened his grip on him, but not to tight.

As they walked silently and the sound of the King's soft panting could be heard, filling the room with a noticeable tension, the Knight spoke up.

"My King," He began as the King looked up from the red carpet they were walking on and at him "The Player has taken the ice dagger."

The King let out a small tired groan at his statement, his royal facade faltering and abit of annoyance slipping out slightly.

"Yes they have taken it. No need to remind me." He muttered in reply, displeased by the reminder of his failure.

The two of them were almost at the end of the hallway when the King looked at a portrait and stopped dead. The portrait was of a woman with blonde and wavy hair, beautiful green eyes, a stunning and peaceful navy blue dress on that fit her figure perfectly and a crown that sat undisturbed amongst the hair on her head.

The King was staring at her, his breathing stopping and a sense of sorrow becoming evident in his eyes. He felt a soft sigh of sadness escapes his lips as the Knight glanced over at him.

"Why..," The King muttered to himself "Why did she have to die and leave me here alone?"

His words echoed in the quiet corridor and the Knight, who was still holding his bleeding and practically skinless side, looked him in the eyes.

"Johnathan," He whispered to him "You need to let it go. It's been years since the incident and you're a great King."

The King's breath hitched in his throat and he felt himself struggling to breathe at the Knight's words and the use of his real name.

Memories of him and his wife took over his mind, causing him to let his guard down and feel devastated.

"Do not call me that," He spoke to him harshly "You haven't a right to even speak her name at all."

He suddenly had a cold and grief struck look all over his face and he was glaring at him.

"I'm sorry my K-King-.." He stuttered and suddenly began to continue to walk down the corridor silently.

Chapter 3

They eventually reached the infirmary and walked in, the Knight placing the King down on a bed as a medic ran over to them and began helping. The medic's soft hands quickly ran over the fabric of the King's shirt as he led down and took a shaky breath, feeling her life up his shirt slightly.

The infirmary had white walls and a cold grey tiled floor that covered the whole of the room's floor. There were bookshelves with multiple books on medicine in and a wooden desk in the corner that had a laptop with a research tab open on it. 

The King's side was bloody and had blood leaking out of it due to the dynamite that the player has thrown at him. The medic stumbled back at the sight and quickly went to grab a bandage and some alcohol to clean his side. She walked back over and poured the alcohol onto some tissue and began to dab his side with it. She then wrapped the bandages around it carefully and then took a step back.

The King let out a groan of pain as he felt his side being cleaned slowly. The alcohol caused it to sting and he couldn't help but clench the side of the bed. He felt a drop of sweat run down his face as the Nurse stop using the alcohol and wrapped the soft bandage around his side.

"There," She spoke to him with a gentle voice as he slowly sat up and leaned his back against the medical bed "That should do it."

The King took another breath as he closed his eyes, wincing at the pain that was still in his side. After a few minutes he opened his eyes and gave the Nurse a small and thankful smile.

"Thank you." He muttered whilst she noticed and then walked away.

The King looked around the room, a slight feeling of sadness tugging at his heart. He had bought up earlier how his wife had died and now he was in the very room that that event had happened in.

Pulling his mind away from this saddening and somewhat paranoid thought, he looked around for the Knight that had bought him there in hopes to thank him for somewhat saving him, but he had walked out of the room just leaving the King and the quiet Nurse that was sat down.

The King had decided that when he got out of the infirmary he wound take advantage of the wine cellar that the castle had. He also refused to let this event get out to social media. Even though he was a King, he still had access to social media. He wasn't living like it was the Medieval era after all and it did help him keep in touch with the issues amongst the kingdom's people.

Chapter 4

The King had been put on bed rest for a few days so his plan of making use of the wine cellar had been prevented.

After about a few days of new bandages and random check ups he was allowed to leave the infirmary. He thanked the Nurse yet again and left the infirmary, somewhat stumbling down the corridor and towards the wine cellar.

His steps echoed as he black boots made contact with the cold stone floor and he walked over to the wooden rack of wine that leaned against the wall. He gripped one of the glasses bottles in-between his fingers and the pulled it out, walking towards the stairs and back up them.

He stumbled back through the hallway and then into his room, closing the door behind him as he entered. His room had dark red walls with golden pattens on them and a wooden floor. His bed was big and extravagant and it had a big golden frame that supported the bed. The bed itself had a red blanket and golden pillows.

The King sighed as he walked over and sat down on his bed, opening the wine bottle and taking a sip from it. He smiled slightly as he swallowed the liquid and then glanced over at the door as someone knocked it just then.

"Ah yes?" He asked the person, sighing.

The wooden door creaked open, revealing the Knight from a few days ago that had helped save him.

"How are you?" He began, walking over.

"Oh I've been better." He replied, clenching the wine bottle and looking down at the bandages he could see between his shift and royal clothing.

The Knight frowned underneath his helmet at the sight and stood next to the King's bed.

"You should probably sleep." He recommended to him quietly.