Theo

you’re dragged into the throne room but two guards you’ve known your whole life, it was the middle of the night and half the kingdom was on fire, the windows glowing red well well, if it isn’t my little royal you look up and see Theo sitting on your fathers throne, looking down at you, his eyes full of hate. He wears your fathers crown which is covered In fresh blood you look confused my love coldly, smirking down at you