They arrived at the throne room, Y/N’s nervousness masked by her blank expression. Though she was expressionless, she couldn’t hide her visibly shaking hands.
She stood there, hands clasped together behind her. At first, when she came in, she really wanted to cross her arms. But she figured she shouldn’t do that in front of royalty.
Especially when her friend’s lives are on the line.
“Well, well, well, take a look at this one.” The king smirks ever so slightly.
The man to the right of the king speaks up, “She’s quite the looker, I assume you’re skilled in something Miss?”
She just stayed quiet, staring straight at the king.
“My aid asked you a question, meif’wa,” he spat, and Y/N.
“I’m Ophelia, don’t address me as ‘meif’wa’. I have a name.” Y/N stated her fake name confidently and calmly before realizing she could’ve put her friends in danger.
Oh Irene. I messed up there didn’t I?
The king raises an eyebrow, “Oh, she’s got a personality, I see. She’s not too feisty like that Michi girl. In fact, she’s fairly quiet.” He pauses before adding, “Plus, she looks like she’ll give us handsome sons!”
“How dare you assume that I’m willing to give you any sort of children. Don’t talk to me like that.” Sure, he complimented her, but it sounded downright creepy coming from someone who wants her to marry and have kids with his son.
She stood her ground and brought her arms up to cross them over her chest.
“Excuse me?”
Ylva gives her a pleading look and mouths, “Y/N, think of your friends.”
This is really.. ugh.. I hate this.
She gives the old man her sweetest looking smile, and forces out a non aggressive tone of voice.
“My apologies, your majesty, I got a little worked up there because I uh- have to..” she glances at Ylva who just shrugs in return.
“Fart.. I have to fart.”
The king’s aid and Ylva were rendered momentarily speechless at her blunt response.
The king however, burst out laughing. “I REALLY LIKE THIS ONE! Mino, I absolutely approve of this one to marry my son. Take her to his chambers and make sure magicks happens."
Y/N frowns, “Wait, what do you mean ‘magicks’.
The Aid speaks up and comes toward her, “Right away sir! Please follow me Y/N.” Instead of it being just her and the aid leaving, one of the other werewolves grabs her.
“Get your dirty paws off of me!” She yells as she’s once again dragged away, this time to see a prince.
She’s pushed into a room and the door is closed behind her. “Let me out! You can’t do this! I swear if you hurt my friends you’ll be sorry!”
Out of anger, she punches the door, it wasn’t the best idea, it immediately started hurting. She sighs, it’ll probably be bruised later on but he couldn’t think about that right now, she needed to get out of there.
“So, you’re the meif’wa suitor my father picked. I thought he would’ve chosen someone a little less aggressive.” A voice called out behind her.
Quickly turning, he sees who she assumes is the prince.
“Yes? I- guess I am.” She replies quietly, pressing her back against the door.
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"Little Lady" || Laurance Zvhal x Fem!Reader - MCD
Fanfiction"That works for me little lady." "Before this conversation goes any further, I am not a 'little lady,' I'm a grown woman." He stands next to her, on the same step she's on. "You seem pretty 'little' to me. ---------- Y/N's been on the run for years...
