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Catch the queen 2025 vers

Yandere!king oc x fem!reader

Summary: you decide to run away from Edmund and hide in the village ... but he has his ways to lure you out

Warnings: yandere, arson, harassment from drunk men, knives, choking, manipulation, isolation, bad names, guilttripping(?), if you feel like ive missed any let me know!!

Word count: 5k

If you were asked to describe how life with Edmund was, you wouldn't be sure where you'd start. His temper? His childish, selfish behaviour? The fact that his view of “personal space” means the two of you in either part of the same room, doing your own things and he slowly but surely moves closer to you until he's back in your space.

Not even when he sleeps does he keep to himself. You're tucked against his chest under his chin like his very own little stuffed animal. His arms are as hard as the steel bars in the dungeon cells down below. His kisses feel like fire, like acid burning your skin. His love hurts … and you can't take it anymore.

You have nothing planned, all you know is that you need to get out of here tonight. You're not sure you can handle another day as Edmund’s doll.

Quietly, you remove his arms from your back. You know he's an extremely light sleeper, the slightest movement jolts him awake. When you accidentally wake him when you have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, he's awake until you return. Refuses to sleep without you as in his arms. Even when sleeping, there's barely a difference in his strength. He's awfully proud of his muscles, always making you watch him work out and praise him when he manages to do more than last time. He feeds off of it.

It nearly takes you half the night only to get out of the happy bed, let alone navigate the dark hallways and dodge guards. You stand by the bed, already exhausted, sweat dripping down your back. Maybe you should just forget it and go lay down again. How will you ever manage to get away with the staff patrolling everywhere?

No, you know you can't stay with someone as self centered as him. You're living his life. Not yours. He says sit, you sit. He says clap your hands, you clap your hands. Because that's what everyone has done to him his entire life. Going against that means going against everything he knows … and he doesn't take lightly to that.

Carefully you try to sneak across the floor without stepping on any creaky floor planks. You snatch your dark blue cloak, knowing it'll give you warmth and cover. Especially in the shadows. Your hands tremble something horrific as you try to tie it.

Knowing that you’ve never been out in the real world without him after becoming queen, you grab a dagger Edmund has hidden for you, in case you were ever on your own and had to defend yourself. Edmund makes sure that never happens, which is why you’ve never had to touch it before, but now you take it. Just in case.

Edmund turns in bed. That’s your cue. You hurry over to the doors, quietly opening one of them to sneak out. Everything is quiet around you. So much so that you’re worried your own heartbeat will catch someone’s attention. Guards are patrolling and every time they come close, you sink into the darkness creeping against the walls. A part of you regret i again, but it’s too late to turn back.

It takes an hour before you manage to leave castle grounds. Fresh breeze hits your face. Without looking back, you set off, feet running before your brain catches on what’s going on. You’ve left. You’re actually out. Your feet has run for minutes before you realise that you have no idea where you’re headed. The forest is deep and exceptionally dangerous at night. Especially for you. Thieves hide in the pitch black darkness to get away from royal knights. If they notice you, you’ll become their hostage. What more valuable can a thief steal if not the king’s jewel? Edmund would get you back to any ridiculous price and you’d be right back to where you started. One step forward and two steps back.

No, you have to get down to the village. The one you’ve been staring at from the large windows in the castle. You’ve fantasized abut the people living down there. Who they are, what their lives look like. What their dreams and aspirations are.

You doubt anyone’s even awake to help you, but just being in the village and knowing someone would hear you scream seems more comforting than being lost in the forest, not knowing who is around. You hope that the people in the village are good people.

The sound of laughter fills the night air. For a second, they sound somewhat joyous, but the undertone of alcohol and underlying rage quickly cuts through. It’s not anger. Just violence waiting for a reason to be unleashed. You keep to the house walls, hoping the shadows swallow you whole.

Tomorrow morning you’ll move on, far away from here, back to the capital and then a ship somewhere completely different. Somewhere where the name King Edmund doesn’t ring a bell to anyone.

You grab a better hold of the dagger. The voices come closer.

“Look”, one of the male voices, voice barely able to hold straight. “What is a woman doing here alone? Did we really get that lucky?”

“Don’t touch me”, you breathe out, not realizing you’ve turned your head towards them.

The drunk men stop, foggy eyes clearing a bit.

“Oh shit, it’s the queen”, another of them slurred.

They won’t do anything to do, will they? If they know you’re the queen, they’ll let you go … right?

“We really did get lucky”, the last man chuckled, grin spreading in a way that made your blood go ice cold.

The first one reaches for you. “Come here, sweetheart—”

You slap his hand away, kick him in the shin and jam the dagger into his shoulder and leaving it sticking out of his skin before running off into the opposite direction. His friends shout at you in a drunken, angry manner, but they’re too intoxicated to run after without stumbling. You manage to find a light in a window in a house nearby. Your hands slam at the door in desperate fists, voice caught in your throat.

Please, open. Please, please.

When it does, a little boy in pajamas opens. He stares up at you, eyes big and full of stars.

“Why are you crying?” he asks in that innocent way only a child is able to.

You haven’t even realised that you’re crying.

“I … are your parents home?” you ask.

“My mom is home … dad’s not.”

“Could you maybe get your mom for me?”

The boy nods and runs in, shouting for his mom. You look down the alleyways, waiting for the drunk men to reappear. You lost your dagger.

“Oh, dear.”

You flinch and turn back towards the door. The grown woman’s eyes are wide.

“Your majesty … h-how can I help you?”

“I’m so sorry for trespassing, I just really need to hide for a few minutes. I’m being followed. May I come inside?”

“Yes, yes, sure, absolutely. Come in.”

She steps to the side and allows you to slink in. The small, claustrophobic wooden house is warmly lit with a fire in the fireplace and some lit candles. The little boy sits by a round wooden table, teddy bear clutched in his hand.

“Are you really the queen?” he asks shyly.

You nod.

“Then why aren’t you in the castle?”

You glance towards his mother. You want to tell her, but the little boy doesn’ have to hear adult talk.

“I’m … playing hide and seek with the king”, you say hesitantly, thinking over every word carefully. “I can’t let him find me or he’ll win.”

He shines up. “I can help you!”

“No, you won’t”, his mother says. “You’re supposed to go to sleep, Leon.”

“No”, he whines childishly. “I want to be with the queen!”

“Go to bed. Now.”

The little boy sulks, but jumps of the chair and stomps away towards his bed.

“I can help you”, he says again. “I’m good at hide and seek.”

“I can’t let you get involved”, you smile slightly. “The king is a sore loser. He’ll be mad if someone helps me. He’ll think … he’ll think I’m cheating.”

“Go to bed now, Leon”, his mother says in that motherly tone that says ‘this is your last warning before I come and carry you’.

The boy disappears. The mother turns to you with her face now full of worry. She directs you to the round table.

“Your majesty, why are you here?” she asks quietly. “Are you alright?”

“I really need some help, actually”, you say hesitantly.

“Are you hungry?”

“No, thank you … I need to get away from here. I need to go to the capital.”

“I’ll get you something small anyways.”

She returns with a small bowl of porridge.

“I apologize for the simplicity”, she mumbles embarrassedly and fiddles with ehr fingers. “If I had known you would have—”

“No, don’t apologize”, you assure her. “It smells good. It reminds me of my mother’s cooking. What are you doing up so late, by the way? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

The woman chuckles in an embarrassed manner. “I know, I should, shouldn’t I? But I get so worried when my husband is out and about. I can’t go to sleep before he’s home. It dosn’t bother me too much, but I wish that Leon would stop trying to stay up too. I don’t want him to see his father’s state.”

“How old is he?”

“Just turned four last week.”

“He’s adorable. He must take after you.”

The woman chuckles slightly, as if a compliment from you had made her whole week and was untrue. Her smile slowly disappears as she takes you in, seeing how on edge you truly are.

“May I ask what’s going on?” she wonders carefully. “What is the reason you’re out here? Why do you need to go to the capital? I don’t mean to be nosy, I just …”

“No, it’s okay. You’re allowed to ask questions … especially since I’ve intruded like this. I don’t want to say too much, I don’t think that’s a good idea … but I ned to go to the capital to take a boat far away from here.”

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know. I don’t have a plan. I just … can’t go back.”

“Okay, well … stay here for the night, it’s too late to do anything now, and we will come up with something tomorrow, okay?”

“Yes, thank you. You’re too kind.”

“No need to mention it. I’ve always liked you. I’ve seen you here every now and then when the king has his things going on. You’ve always stood out to me as a gentle and kind hearted spirit.”

“Thank you.”

The woman brings out a mattress in front of the cracking fire, but despite her kindness and the warmth from the fire place, you have a hard tim falling asleep. Sooner or later, Edmund will wake up and he will realise that you’re gone. What will he do?

He can feel the emptiness before his brain wakes up. Before he opens his eyes and confirms that he’s alone under the covers. It’s cold. He feels around after you, just wishful thinking, feeling only cold empty sheets. He opens his eyes, looks around. Empty.

“Y/N?” he asks, voice raspy from sleepiness. “Where are you?”

No answer. He sits up, fresh breeze hitting his bare chest.

“Y/N?” he asks again. “Where did you go?”

When he still doesn’t get an answer, he feels his blood go cold in his veins. You haven’t left the bed chamber, have you? You know you’re not allowed to wander the castle by yourself. Edmund pushes the covers to the side and jumps onto the floorboards. He grabs his robe to cover his bare upper body and marshes out into the corridors. A few maids carrying freshly washed linen sheets are nearly pushed to the side.

Edmund rips the door to his office open. His secretary sits by his desk, already awake.

“Goodmorning, your majesty—”

“Where is she?” he demands to know, slamming his palms onto the desk. “Where is my wife?”

The secretary flinches. “Uh, didn’t she sleep with you? I haven’t seen her.”

“She was not there when I woke up. How can you not know where she is? One of the guards must have seen her and let you know!”

“No one has said anything to me. Let me check with the guards.”

The secretary flies up from his chair and runs out of the room. Edmund runs his trembling hand through his black hair. His entire body feels like lightening.

The secretary returns ten minutes later, face dull.

“Well?” Edmund scoffs. “Where is she?”

“Not … here”, the secretary mumbles. “But the gates down to the town have been found open …”

Edmund doesn’t react for a few seconds, almost as if the words had no meaning. But then, in a swift motion, he’s grabbed the secretary by his throat ,fingertips digging into the sides of his neck.

“How can a minimum of fifty guards not notice one single girl slipping by them?!” he shouts angrily. “That girl is the only reason why I don’t fucking kill all of you!” He lets him go. “Don’t just stand there. We’re going to find her. Now.”

He orders the secretary to get the horses and guards ready while he goes to dress. Normally, he has people dress him, but if anyone touches him now he’ll have blood on his hands.

The horses stand ready for him on the courtyard. Edmund fixes his glove, glaring at the guards waiting for him. He doesn’t even bother say anything to them, just jumps up on his white horse and runs off. They follow. They always do. They know better.

He’ll find you, and if you refuse to show—or if someone is hiding you—they’ll feel his wrath. He’ll get you back.

The village has woken up when they enter with their horses. They go directly to the towns square. People are giving them curious looks, probably surprised to see their king come visit their little town … and oh how Edmund hates them. He’d not be here if he didn’t have to, that’s for sure. You’re none of the spectators.

“May I have your attention?” his secretary calls out. “Tonight, the queen disappeared from the castle. We suspect that she is hiding among you and that one of you have committed the crime of shielding her. This is a crime that shall be punished as if it was kidnapping and if you’d like to avoid the consequences of such a crime, you better give her back within an hour. If not, the royal guards will burn this village to the ground in hunt of luring her out. Be smart, choose right, save yourselves, your children and your homes.”

Edmund lets his ice cold eyes wander over the crowd, hoping that wherever you are, you’ve heard the threat.

“There’s no chance someone will hide her after this”, he mumbles to his secretary. “Peasants are selfish. They’ll think of themselves and their homes before their queen. They’ll sell her out to save their own skin. I know it.”

You haven’t heard a word. You've slept through it all. The sounds of Leon running around and keeping you occupied with curious questions have made you oblivious to the fire starting to eat away at the wooden houses.

“What was that?” Leon suddenly says.

“What?” you ask. “What did you hear?”

“Someone screamed.”

You look at the woman and she frowns.

“It smells like smoke”, she says. “Wait here, your majesty, let me check what's going on.”

You follow her to the window. Black, thick smoke covers the sky. People are frantically running down the street. They're crying, screaming.

“What in the whole …?” you start, but the wan has already grabbed Leon.

“We need to go. Your majesty, come with us, we'll help you. Stay close to us.”

The three of you exit the house and stick close to each other. The smoke makes it impossible to see which way you’re headed. The heat is unbearable. You're pushed left and right by people desperately trying to get somewhere.

“Knights!” Leon gasps, mouth open in awe. “Look! And the king!”

Your head immediately snaps in the direction Leon's pointing. Through the smoke you can see Edmund on his white horse, surrounded by his men. His jaw is tight, eyes narrowing. Without a single second doubt, you push closer into the overpacked crowd, hoping to be swallowed whole.

“There's the whore!” a familiar voice shouts, but this time it's not drunk. It's stable. Clear.

Your eyes widen. Quickly, you spin towards the woman and her little boy.

“I have to leave, I'm sorry!” you frantically shout. “Thank you for everything you’ve done. I am so thankful. You’ve given me so much courage. Please stay safe. Please. I’m sorry.”

You know what’ll happen to them if Edmund finds out they helped keep you from him. You push through the crowd to get away from everyone,just so that you can run and hide. You’re not sure who you'd rather have capture you, Edmund or the angry now-sober men.

You manage to get into a nearby alleyway without crowds of people swimming upstream. A hand grabs your arm and before you know it, you’re pressed against the wall, forearm pressed over your throat.

“You fucking bitch”, the one holding you hisses and pressses his arm closer into your skin. “You think you can just stab us and get away with it? I don’t care who you are, I’ll mak sure you never try something dumb like that again!”

You choke out a sound, tears filling your eyes. The pressure of his arm over your throat makes it hard to breathe.

“And look around you!” another man hisses—the one you had stabbed. “Look what you’ve done to the town! It’s all burnt down because of you! You came here and decided to risk everyone else's lives just for you! People have died!”

He lifts your dagger. You gulp.

“Get your filthy hands off of my wife!” a familiar voice shouts.

You turn your head, along with the men, to see Edmund walk towards you with his horse beside him. He holds a revolver directed towards them.

“I’ll say it again, you worthless creatures”, Edmund almost growls. “Get your disgusting fucking hands off of my wife.”

He shoots the one furthest from you. His two friends flinch. The one with the dagger lets it go and backs away, hands in the air. He’s shot. The one choking you immediately tries to run. He’s hit in the back of the head with a bullet. You gasp for air, knees going out. You slide down alongside the wall, entire body shaking. Everything’s spinning. Broken sobs escape your throat.

Edmund walks slowly towards you, like a cat. He stops in front of you, looking down at your face.

“My jewel …”

“What have you done?” you whisper, completely horrified. “What … look around! What have they done to deserve you burning down everything?”

“I had to get you one way or another”, Edmund says calmly, in that way you hate. “No one wanted to tell me where you were, so I had to force you out. I gave them an hour to give you to me or else I’d burn down their village. If they really cared about their pitiful lives, they would have gotten you back to me. It’s not my fault the peasants disobeyed me.”

The tears fall down your cheeks. The men had said it too. That all of this is your fault. Is it? Did your choice of wanting to be free result in deaths? How could it go so far?

You hide your face in your hands, crying heavily. Edmund looks around at the flames.

“We need to go back to the castle”, he says. “Before we’re caught in this too. Come, my jewel. Let’s go home.”

“No”, you sob and shake your head. You have gone so far. If you go back now, will people have lost both house and lives for nothing? “No …”

He sighs. “You have nowhere to run. You’re tired and exhausted, aren’t you? If you stay here, you’ll get killed by either the flames or angry people. Like those creatures that had you against the wall. Only I can help you out of this burning mess safely—and I will get you out. I will. I promise you. Come on, be a good girl.”

He’s right. You’re trapped. Staying here will get you killed, but giving him back the control is terrifying.

“Your righteous place is here with me. You have to understand that. We’re married. You belong to me by law. These people don’t see you. They see a queen. They see either enemy or ally. After this, I don’t think you have many allies here, my love, so why stay here? There will be nothing left, and people who have nothing to lose are dangerous. You know that. Come here.”

He bends down and helps you stand. Your body has shut down, your legs won’t hold you. He picks you up in his arms and put you up on his horse, climbs up behind you and cages you in by his hands on the reins.

“Lean back against me”, he whispers in your ear. “Just relax, pretty girl. I got you now.”

With a hand on your stomach, he pushes your back against his chest. You sink back, sighing in exhaustion.

Edmund calls for his knights and they follow him. Tears fall down your cheeks as you're led out of the town on his horse, but there’s a numbness in you now. A tiredness that overpowers the sadness and fear.

“Do they hate me now?” you whisper and sniffle. “I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt … I just …” Your throat goes dry, a sob breaks through. “I never wanted …”

Edmund lets go of one of the reigns to stroke your stomach. His rings feel hard against your abdomen.

“I know”, he whispers in your ear. “I know, darling … but this is what happens when you try to leave me. If you don’t want this, you need to stay by my side. No one will get hurt as long as you’re mine.”

You turn your face over your shoulder, looking up at his face with your tearstained cheeks. “Is it my fault? The men said so … they … they blamed me for everything. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt.”

He glances down at you, heart breaking at your angelic face. He wants to say to you that ‘yes it is your fault. If you hadn’t left I wouldn’t have had to burn the village, to kill people. It’s your fault for making me so obsessed with you to the point that I can’t function without you’ … but he can’t, not when you’re looking at him like that. Like the wrong words will break you forever.

“...I know, sweetheart”, he sighs instead, circling his hand on your stomach, caressing. “It’s over now. No one will be able to blame you for this. I will take care of anyone having something to say. You’re my responsibility.”

“But is it my fault? If … if I hadn’t run away they wouldn’t have been hurt …”

“I gave them a chance. They chose to disobey it. They chose this.”

He stays silent until you’re out of the village, riding up the hill towards the castle. You turn your head to watch what’s going on, horrified by how far the fire has spread, and how little there is left of it.

“That’s what they deserve”, Edmund mutters.

The courtyard is filled with horses and royal guards when the gates close. Edmund jumps down from the horse. You remain on it, staring blankly in front of you.

“Y/N”, Edmund says and holds out his hands to lift you down. “Come here, sweetheart.”

You turn enough for him to grab onto your waist and lift you down. He holds you to him when he notices that your legs still haven’t gotten their strength back. Some maids run out to fetch you.

“Give her a bath”, Edmund orders. “I can only imagine all the disgusting fleas and bacterias she has gotten. She smell like smoke. Make sure shes clean and smells good before you take her to the bed chamber. Make sure she stays there until I get there.”

He watches the maids help you into the castle, jaw tight. Edmund goes to leave his horse in the stable before making his way to his bed chamber. You’re freshly bathed, hair wet, dressed in a nightgown, sitting on the bed with your hands in your lap.

“I know you feel guilty”, he says, closing the door behind him. “But I won’t let you off the hook.”

“I won’t run away again, Ed, I promise”, you sniffle. “Please …”

“Be quiet, my love. I don’t think you have any right to yell at me. Not after the hell you’ve put me through. You should consider yourself lucky that you’re still alive!” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t think you understand how lucky you are. There are women who would kill to be mine, to live your life. You step on it. I hate to call you ungrateful, but you are. You forget how much of what you have is thanks to me and I think it’s time that I remind you of it. Get up.”

“Why?” you ask carefully.

“I’m going to show you something.”

He holds out his hand. You hesitate before taking it. He pulls you up and leads you out of the room.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask as he pulls you through countless corridors. “Please, not the dungeon. Please, Edmund—”

“It’s not the dungeon, don’t worry, my jewel. I have something else planned.”

That only makes it worse, because with the dungeon you know what you’re getting.

He stops in front of a wooden door.

“The tower?” you ask in confusion.

“Yes”, Edmund replies smugly. “You and I will spend some time up there. There’s nothing up there. No furniture, no curtains for the windows, no food. If you want something, you’ll have to ask me. I will be your only company. Maybe this will help you realise how much your comfort relies on me, and you won’t take it for granted like a little spoiled ungrateful girl.”

He opens the door. You stare at the spiral stone stairs. Identical to the ones going down to the dungeon, only that it goes upwards.

“Up you go.”

You hesitate before walking. He is right behind you, breathing down your neck. If you stop or slow down, he gives you a small push, long slender fingers poking at your back.

“Move those little legs for me”, he teases. “We’re not there yet—and won’t be for a while. Keep walking.”

“But there’s so many stairs …”, you mumble.

“You ran all the way down to the village with those legs, you can walk a couple of stairs.”

You reach the round room in what feels like an hour. You fall down on your knees, grunting in exhaustion. Edmund chuckles.

“You need to gain some muscles”, he says and then frowns, catching himself. “Or don’t. The weaker you are, the less I need to worry about you running away from me again.”

He hadn’t lie. The room is completely empty. Just a round room with plank floor and nothing more.

“It gets really cold during the night”, Edmund smirks. “You are allowed to cuddle up to me. I encourage it.”

“How long will I have to stay here …?”

“Until you’ve learned your lesson. Everything you want and need, you have to ask me for. Let’s sit down.”

He sits down on the floor with hit back against the wall. A king never sits down on the floor. If anything, there should be a pillow beneath him. Never directly. But he does for you. You sit down on the other side of the room, arms around your legs. The two of you are silent a long time.

“I hated to wake up alone”, Edmund says after a while, voice dripping in frustration. “I never want to do it again. I thought I was going to throw up!”

“I met a little boy”, you say quietly without acknowledging what he said, face turned towards the nearest window. “A little four year old. He was adorable.”

Edmund seems surprised.

“Really?” he asks.

“I’m jealous of the innocence of a child. He didn’t seem the slightest scared … everything was exciting for him.”

“You’re crying again, my jewel …”

“I hope him and his mother are safe and unharmed. They were so kind to me.”

“Are you having baby fever? I can solve that.”

You give him a glare. “You don’t listen.”

Edmund sighs and squeeze his eyes shut for a second. “I’m sure they're fine, Y/N.”

Guilt washes over you. So does the tears. Edmund moves across the room until he sits next to you.

“You killed those men.”

“They touched you. I saw the dagger they held and the one pressing their arm over your throat. I’d done worse if we didn’t have to get out of there immediately. They don’t get to touch you. They don’t even get to look or breathe the same air as you without my permission. I’d never give filthy fucks like them that kind of permission anyways. Only I am worthy enough to be in your presence. They could never afford someone like you. Only I.”

He turns your face towards his softly with his hand. You gulp.

“You are mine, only mine, and after we are done up here you will have realised that too.”

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