✅ The Enemy's Daughter ♡ Rosé x Fem!Reader

3.) Closer

The next month was definitely eventful, to say the least. You were tasked with showing the royals around the kingdom and getting to know Rosé better, considering how close the two of you are in age. You were set to be companions during the Parks' residency there, and that included spending nearly everyday at the girl's side.

At first, you tried to protest, telling your father that it wouldn't be a good idea in case relations fell through. He didn't budge, though, and you eventually were forced to give in and accept your task.

Anytime you looked into her eyes you were thrown into another fit of inner turmoil, stuck between associating her with her family name and letting her actions set her apart from them.

But so far, she hasn't been anything like you were expecting.

Over time, you grew more and more fond of the happy feeling you felt anytime she walked into the room. You attempted to fight it anytime the obnoxious uptick of your heartbeat kicked in, reminding yourself of your vendetta against her family line, but her dorky smile seemed to work as currency in bribing the guards at every defense post around your heart.

You reasoned with yourself that perhaps she wasn't like the rest of her family, as Taehee suggested, and made your peace that way. Every day with her brought countless memories and new experiences for the both of you, and part of you was admittedly happy that circumstances called for her stay with you.

Besides, getting proper revenge requires you to know your enemy well. What's that saying? Oh, right:

keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

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"Rise and shine, Roseanne. We're going out again today." You announce, striding into her room after finding her door open.

"Where to?" She asks, already standing up to put her fancy shoes on. She doesn't want to seem like she's been waiting on your arrival ever since she woke up an hour ago, but that's exactly what happened.

"Nuh-uh," you mumble, reaching a hand out to still her movements. She does well in hiding the hitch in her breathing upon feeling your soft skin brush against her wrist. "Wear these," you instruct, handing her some commoner attire and shoes. "I'm taking you to my favorite tavern in the heart of the city," you smile, leaning in as if you're telling a secret.

"O-okay," she says, mentally reprimanding herself for the stutter in her voice. You raise your eyebrows expectantly when she just stares at you for a moment, eventually remembering her task.

"Oh, right!" She declares, feeling warmth spread to her cheeks in embarrassment. She can't blame herself, though; you're far too beautiful for your own good, and you're quickly becoming her favorite distraction.

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"Wait here, we won't be too long." You inform your personal guard before shaking his hand and pulling your hood over your head. You help Rosé off her horse gracefully, taking her in your arms as she throws her leg around it to dismount.

You smirk while adjusting her hood as well, tucking some hair behind her ear. "Gorgeous," you compliment, booping her nose. A childish smile forms on her lips as she slips her hand into yours, allowing you to tug her towards the quaint little building.

Once inside, you head straight for the bar after spotting Amelia.

She doesn't pay much attention to your entrance, simply saying, "I'll be with you in a moment," as she continues to wipe the counter down.

Lowly, so that only the three of you can hear it, you ask, "Is that any way to speak to your princess?"

Her eyebrows shoot up to her forehead, clearly displaying the shock she feels. A glass that she had been cleaning tumbles off the countertop, but she manages to catch it after flailing wildly after it. Her manager looks at her completely bewildered, but she shrugs and smiles, awkwardly apologetic.