Three days ago, what was left of your home was invaded by Chimera Ants. You were dragged out and across the wilderness. They made sure to stray from the wasteland that was what was left of the Royal Palace.

As far as you knew, it had been decimated by something akin to a nuke.

And soon, you were brought to a safe location. Instead of being killed as you thought things would go, they gave you a presentation of all things. A Poor Man’s Rose had been set off. The King Chimera Ant and his two “remaining” Royal Guards fell to it.

That brought the presentation to now. Neferpitou, the first Royal Guard, also presumed dead, had not died. They were severely injured by a different event that killed the other three, but had lived.

So the natural thing was that they rose to the title of King, or, more rather like a False King, but a King nonetheless.

And the last thing, and most concerning, was that Kings would find mate(s) and procreate with them. Meaning: you. The Chimera Ants presenting this info looked like they hated your guts. You were prey after all, but Neferpitou’s… mating, and another factor, kept you from being killed, lest they incur their wrath.

You were dragged out to their throne, then thrown to your knees. You looked up, their body was feminine, with smooth pale skin, though their body was segmented, like plates of armor. They had scars over their face, most prominently near their mouth.

They had soft, silky, short white hair, with cute little ears made purely of skin poking out from the top of their hair. “They finally got you, hm-nya?”

They had pretty red eyes, staring down at you from the throne they sat upon, “You’re quite purrty…” They mumbled, reaching their hand down to sift through your hair.

You attempted to object to whatever love they had for you, bad idea, they tightened their grip on your head and pulled your face up to meet their intensifying gaze, “You speak when I tell you, mate-nya.”

They softened, “Oh but you have my purrmission for now.” Yandere much?