The Monarch and His Servant (Bowser x Reader)

It's strange how you seem to love him so dearly.

He certainly doesn't deserve it, not after all he's done; all the blood he's soaked his hands in. But yet, you offer it so readily, so naturally. He takes it, hungrily and with a great eagerness he has not felt since the day he usurped the throne from his old, and worn-out father.

You’re a tender little thing, quiet and obedient; quite his opposite. He finds it endearing, much like the vile beast that loves the forlorn maiden for her beauty and supple skin.

You are no different. Your eyes glow with an odd sort of light, one that is pure and absolved of the cruel and war-like mentality that so fills the other denizens of his vast abode. Your scales are softer too, he has felt them from the handful of times he has taken your tiny hand in his for a fleeting moment. The yellowish armor is less sharp, and not so gorged on the blood of the guilty and the innocent as his is.

You are a peaceful creature, living in a house of monsters that has only known the path of war and terror for decades. But somehow, you have found a way to keep yourself innocent. You have kept yourself away from the perpetual war that his kingdom is constantly fighting in through your servitude to the royal family.

The royal family that now only consists of himself and his brood of eight; whom you treat with the same kindness as you do with him.

Truly, you deserve better than the little monsters, himself included.

He desires you, yes, but he cannot allow himself to have you.

Your spirit is beautiful, and he dare not corrupt it with his inherent ugliness.

For, as much as you adore his very presence, he is not the man you think he is.

He is much worse, and does not wish for you to see the monster you pine for.