A World Full Of Yanderes - Chapter 6

Entering through the doors of the royal dining hall, the first thing I heard was loud bickering.

“He’s just a slave! A SLAVE!?!?! How can you let such a revolting vermin enter the castle at all, let alone live in on our esteemed private rooms father!!”

“SILENCE! You will not speak another word! Now, daughter, I see you have brought it” I was instantly frightened. I know, I know, earlier I prepared myself mentally, and those preparations were correct based on how the blonde-haired brat is acting, the one I assume to be a prince. However, what frightened me isn’t some kid complaining and calling me trash. That man, he’s frightening.

Tall, broad shoulders, an amicable smile on his face, welcoming a loved one with a kind heart. He looks like a typical, though far above average looks, kind and loving father. The face he showed just a few seconds ago though, couldn’t be considered anything less than a raging alcoholic.

Not just any alcoholic either, one with power, enough power to rule over millions, and his face at the time, though apparently angry, seemed to find extreme pleasure in controlling the prince.

Adriana began walking and I soon followed, after standing to her side and realizing I was nowhere near tall enough to be seen over the table, she took me and placed me on her lap. This is so nerve-wracking.

After checking to see the reactions of her family after they saw me sit on her lap, it was as expected. Anger, surprise, disbelief, killing intent and… wait lust? why lust?

Ever since I was little I’ve always had one talent going for me, the ability to read emotions, honestly I should have been a therapist. It was the one thing I always seemed extremely good at, I don’t think I’ve ever been wrong. So why does it seem like the lady sitting beside the imposing man has lust in her eyes when staring at a baby, is every girl in this family a damn pedophile!?

Ignoring the strange women, however, there seemed to be 5 other people at the table, all blonde hair and blue eyes except the horny women and women sleeping teenager, the woman was an enthralling brunette, possessing purple eyes. Though a strange colour, nonetheless, still enticing.

Beside her sat the sleeping beauty, her hair was gold like all the rest, however, I couldn’t tell her eye colour or any distinctive feature for that matter due to her head being on the table, and her being halfway across the room. I could tell due to her size though, that she seemed 12 or 13 years old.

In the next seat sat the earlier boy who was screaming about me being a vermin, he seemed to be 12 or 13 years old just like the girl I presume to be his sister.

A few more meters from him, at the next chair, was where I and Adriana sat. Then to our right, there was a young boy, maybe 10 or 9 years old sat, gold hair and blue eyes like the rest, he was giving me a cold glare, though with my talent I could also tell he seemed curious.

The next seat down, a teenager was seated, he could have been 16 or 17, but he seemed awfully scary for a teen. He seemed to study me with a predator’s unwavering attention. His blue eyes and gold hair, combined with an elite face that seemed sculpted, created, by far, the most attractive man I had ever seen. He radiated a sense of perfection, this aura made anyone who was near him feel inferior, he was strikingly similar to the middle-aged man next to him.

Though more robust instead of elite, the middle-aged man who sat next to the teenager, was esteemed. He gave off the feeling of pure power, and instead of seeming like a predator, he was a dragon. The man who had gone from a crazy alcoholic, drunk on his power, to a kind and loving father. He was the last one around the table.

This was the Royal family, this was The Ashtons.

Even though in my head I had deeply examined every single one of these people, in reality, only a few seconds had passed.

“Hello father, good evening” Adriana replied respectfully

“Before we begin eating, I would like to inquire about that pet of yours.” After the King said this, the entire room stilled, even the sleeping girl awoke with the new atmosphere. After looking around and realizing where all the attention was located she looked at me, her purple eyes seemed surprised after looking at me.

Before I gave her nay more attention however I looked at Adriana, would she represent me under all this pressure, or would I die here for the fact of being in the royal dining hall as a slave.

“He is my possession and no one may touch him!” Adriana suddenly declared. “I have purchased him with my own private money, not my allowance. He is a royals property and if any of you touch him, I recommend, that father give a penalty as the law entails for high-ranking nobles, the dismemberment of a hand for damage to a royals property.”

Though the atmosphere in the room prior to her statement was stifling, now it was only blatant surprise. From what I could tell in my seat on her lap, none of the assembled royals would have expected there usually quite and passive Adriana to take such a stance.

“Very well, you have all heard the verdict, though the penalty may be lessened depending on the situation, the slave is her property. Adriana you will have to take care of it from now on as well since it is yours.”

“Father! You can’t actually be serio-” A glare shut the blonde brat up real fast this time though, the king seemed displeased, whether because of his son, or myself, I was unsure.

Following the intense first impressions, the family began to eat, another crisis began to start up after Adriana started feeding me her food, but after using the excuse of it being for testing poison, the rest continued to eat as if nothing was wrong. Truly a strange family.

“So, what have you named him?” The horny woman, the queen I believe, asked Adriana.

“He can speak for himself you know” once again, Adriana’s crazy side came out as I believe she was now intentionally trying to start trouble, however, the woman seemed even more interested to hear me speak.

“My name is Lucas, Your majesty,” I said as humbly as possible, I took a huge gamble here, if this lady wasn’t a queen, it could become a huge insult to both the king, queen, and entire family, not to mention the woman.

Based on the circumstances, however, I was fairly assured only the royal family ate here.

Both the girl and women across from me had their purple eyes show a dangerous glint after my introduction, however, the awkward dinner continued soon after.

Over the course of the 5-star meal and countless dishes, I slowly learned the names and obtained a rough idea of each of the royalty’s personalities.

First the brat, his name is Bruno Ashton, he has a fit body, likely due to sword training, he’s also quite handsome, like everyone in this family it seems, however when I look at him, I just see a self obnoxious asshole. His eyebrows always seemed forced together to create a frown, and his eyes showed disgust for everything except himself. Quite the cynical person.

Secondly the youngest boy, not including myself. He has the same features as the rest of the family, with a beautiful appearance. His name is Edward Ashton, and it seems he’s overly shy. He appears to have no confidence. I can’t say much else due to the little interactions he has had over the course of the dinner.

The last boy in the family is the teenager. He has just turned 16 a month ago and is often the center of attention. His name Oliver Ashton, it’s the same name as the king, and the king before him, and the king before him. The name Oliver has been passed on throughout the generations of the Ashton family as the first king was named Oliver, now the heir, the 16-year-old, is Oliver the IV.

He is an extremely extroverted person, both intelligent and polite. He seems the most perfect and ambitious person by far, but also an extremely dangerous individual.

Finally the King, Oliver Ashton the III. He is a chilling individual. He has barely spoken a word the entire dinner, and no one has spoken to him. He sits and watches over the table as if he’s some chaperone. It’s like he judges everything that happens and makes you feel as if your every move is criticized. I hate it.

For the women, there are only two not including Adriana. First is Layla, she is 13 right now, and is the second born in the family, older than Bruno by a year. She has had her eye on me the entire night, there are so many emotions I can barely tell what is even happening in her head. She seems to be quite extroverted as well, she has spoken with the family countless times, but always keeps an eye on me. I notice that she and Oliver the IV seem close, as they constantly speak with each other.

Last at the table is Queen Nura. She was married into the family, and all the children here are hers. Besides the very beginning of the dinner she hasn’t looked at me once, she also seems to have great respect in all the children’s eyes, likely because she raised them alone while Oliver the III was busy with his duties. Whenever she speaks, the entire family pays attention. She’s a powerful woman.