#good job magnifico 8D you're really doing wonderfully at healing this marriage of yours

[magnifiico]

@howthesleeplesswander || are we ready to die? i think we're ready to die 8'D

He had no concept of time down here. Only that enough time had passed for his mind to clear, reality to assert itself, and King Magnifico to find—

Well, a dungeon cell was no more befitting a king than the mirror just as abhorrently containing him. So, what was he? After all he had done for Rosas, the sacrifices he’d made, the protection he’d offered them for years beyond count, they would treat their king like some common criminal? His queen would dare to turn her back on…

His queen. Amaya. Amaya.

Magnifico had run his muddled mind through the events of that day on a near tireless loop: picking at bits and pieces of his memory, recollecting flashes here, a foggy and distorted mess there. And despite all that he had gathered—a puzzle he’d had plenty of time to build—he’d yet to trace back to what had offended her so. What had antagonized her, driven her to stand against him as if he were the villain betraying the very kingdom he had built?

I built this. We built this.

And he’d promised from the beginning he’d do anything and everything it took to protect it. No questions asked. No holds barred. Magnifico used that book because he had to. The people hadn’t given him a choice; if he had let them—

No. No, no no. We said we’d never let that happen again.

But nevertheless, here he was. Dethroned. Defamed. He’d almost convinced himself his queen planned on letting him rot eternally, but when he heard the creak of a door on that fateful day—could’ve been morning, afternoon… or perhaps his darling had decided to pay an evening visit when all had quieted down—Magnifico hadn’t needed to see her to know. Her footsteps were a recognizable rhythm, soft and elegant, down the steps. Somehow, the echo seemed to penetrate his magical prison just as well, and in some way, each beat trembled down to his core.

When she stood outside the bars, however, peered in at that loathsome little mirror on the wall, he was ready to face her. That is, he’d convinced the faint flutter in his chest that he was.

“You’ve placed a magical mirror in which I am already very securely contained—trust me, I’ve had plenty of time to determine that’s the case—within a literal prison cell,” he observed blandly, head cocking while a bitter smile tugged on his lips. “Is that not just a touch excessive, my dear?”

#howthesleeplesswander #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 v: dethroned 》 #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 prose 》 #WELP 8'D rUBS HANDS TOGETHER herewego folks #it's time to perish in the best way possible owo; #it's time for me to apologize in LITERALLY every reply i write; i can just feel it gnhajdohnajo #so here i am with a formal apology for this pissbaby owo; #already being a brat and starting things off SO WELL #good job magnifico 8D you're really doing wonderfully at healing this marriage of yours #amaya should chuck the mirror into the ocean lbr u-u #bUT ALAS i'm already in pain and i am sorry for the extra pain he's going to cause just being a bitch ;A; #AMAYA HONEY YOU ARE SO STRONG and you deserve so much better than this absolute moron T~T #i believe in her ability to get through to him... even if it'll take plenty of time #hope this works for us my dear! ;w; can't wait to write this out with you! <3