Once Upon a Time {Keigo x Reader}

Chapter 1: Best Interest

YOUR P.O.V:

Knock, knock. I looked at my dark brown wooden door as I heard the banging. Knock, knock!

"Yes?" I asked, knowing it had to be one of the four people I trusted the absolute most.

"May I come in?" I heard Kyoka Jirou's voice call.

"Of course!" I shouted, as she peaked her head in. "You can come in, you know."

"I know, Y/N, its just customary for me. I don't want to barge in if you aren't decent..."

"Well, why would I tell you to come in if I wasn't?" I questioned. She stood there, obviously flustered.

"A-Anyways, the King and Queen would like to see you." She said.

"Oh? Did they say what it was about?"

"No, Princess."

"Okay. Tell them I'll be down in a moment."

"Of course." She said, as she turned to leave. "Oh, also, Momo, Kirishima, and Bakugou are with your parents in the throne room as well. I assume whatever it may be, it involves us too."

"Thank you, Kyoka." With that, she walked out, closing the door gently behind her.

A rush of anxiety hit my chest and spread to all parts of my body like a glass ball falling and shattering to bits. I looked into my mirror as I focused on my breathing. What could this be about? Have I done something wrong?

I grabbed the cold door handle, and walked out the door. I tried walking too fast, and almost tripped in my heels. I regained my bearings, and walked down the narrow hallway to the main staircase.

Walking down the hallway, there  were pictures from when I was a child, up to when I was sixteen. There were pictures of me in my princess classes, (which I absolutely despised) and some from my time in the village. Some pictures from past ballroom dances, and special occasions. And of course, the infamous painted family picture. My mother to the left, with her (H/L), (H/C) hair, and her long sleeved dark blue gown. My father to the right, with his (H/L), (H/C) hair. He wore his crown, which made his hair appear very flat. In the center of them was me when I was five. Looking at the painting makes me happy, remembering all the memories. It also makes me sad, wishing that things could go back to the way it was. Not all stressful, not as political, not as worried about status.

At the end of the hallway, I saw the main staircase. I looked over the railing, to see my father sitting in his throne, looking quite bored. To the right of him was my beautiful mother, looking at him, smiling. To the right of my mother were Eijiro (Kirishima), Katsuki (Bakugou), Kyoka (Jirou) and Momo (Yaoyorozu).

"Ugh, it's about time!" My father groaned, rising from his throne. My mother also looked at me, a smiled slightly. She motioned me to come down the staircase, and in front of them.

I walked down the staircase, trying my very hardest not to fall due to the heels. I heard a chuckle fill the entire ball room, and I looked directly at Katsuki. "Come on man, thats not very manly of you." Eijiro whispered to him hitting his chest.

"Its okay, Eijiro." I said. "He just wishes he could walk half as good as I can in these." I laughed. Momo held in a laugh as she looked at Kyoka. I saw Katsuki roll his eyes. The mood seemed to crash though, as my father shot death glares to all of them. Almost as if on cue, they all stood up straight, and had blank expressions. I looked over to my father, who was now giving me the same look. Although, it didn't faze me. I was used to that look.

As I got to the bottom, I walked towards them. The sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor was anxiety relieving. When I got closer, my father sat back down, holding his head up in the palm of his hand.