Prince!Sean X Reader

Your Luck Has Run Out

As your eyes peeled open, there was a dim light illuminating a room from a couple candles. But, where were you? Last you recalled you were in the comfort of the lounge with the Prince, then everything went dark. But, the current location you were in, the best guess you had was an empty wine cellar, but that could't be since there is for sure a ton of wine for the family here to drink. You went to stand, but found yourself rope bound to an old, but structurally strong chair. In a panic, you noticed the ripped cloth that had been tied securely around your head and on top of your mouth. When opening it, it slid into your mouth, gagging you. In a poor attempt to push it out of your mouth, the cloth got wet, which felt weird when closing your mouth. Regardless, everything sucked.

Soon, a familiar figure had walked down the stairs into the dusty room you were kept in for gods knew how long. It was Sean. He gave you an almost disgusted look when looking at the state you were in, little blood sticky-ing your hair, drool on your chin, and rope burn marks on your arms and legs. It hurt to move at this point, but you couldn't afford to show weakness. Although, no matter what you did, you were at his mercy. "You look awful.", he commented, looking you up and down like before when you two had just met. "Hm, I can partially blame myself for that, but.." Sean approached you, sliding his hands from his thighs down to his knees, just to get to your level before continuing, "you naturally look disgusting, I guess I just enhanced it." The Prince stood straight once more, leaning to the side and grabbing a chair just like the one you had been sitting on. He smoothly turned it around and sat down so the back was in front. His arms laid on top of it lazily.

Prince Sean cleared his throat, knowing he was about to spend some time talking, considering you had been gagged. "With that dumbass look on your face, I can tell you're confused, well." He shifted his hands so one hand was used to prop up his head loosely, while the other glided through the air as he talked; gesturing his words. "It gets lonely up here, all alone." His bottom lip pouted out for a couple seconds, as if trying to gain some empathy points. "And all these missing 'servants' don't entertain me as well as I would like. We did have a jester once, but..." A sinister grin grew on his lips as he paused for a bit. " we don't talk about him. Anyways, I'm kind of sick and tired of the same old disappointing shit, so why not give the guards a day off, and lure in any lowly criminal to come in and steal from me." You jerked your upper half towards him in a poor attempt to escape. He looked unphased, almost bored that it was such a weak attempt. "If you're gonna try to get out of those bonds you're gonna have to perform better than that." 'Perform?' His word choice was chosen so precisely in the smallest amount of time.

Accepting his challenge, you breathe deeply for a moment, then harshly jerk your body to the side. All that did was move the chair a little, nothing else. Were you really this weak? It sure felt like it. You looked over to the Prince to see him laughing into his gloved hand. "That's cute.", he said upon shifting his hand to hold his head up once more. "I could tell you really tried there." The sarcasm lacing his words almost made you vomit. That goddamn smirk never left his face, that face that you hated to find attractive. With a soft sigh out of your mouth, you leaned back into the chair, trying to think if doing things backwards would work more than doing what he wants. So, you laid there lazily. Your eyelids drooped down, realizing you're way more tired than you should be. Was there some drug on the gag?

Maybe a minute passed and you thought he left. You didn't hear any footsteps, or shifting on the chair, so maybe he was still there. Or, he passed out as well. But, your thoughts had been proved wrong as soon as you felt a harsh slap across the face. If that didn't wake you up, there wasn't much else that could.

"Pitiful, falling asleep right in front of a Prince when he's asking for entertainment? Who the fuck do you think I am? A joke?" There was a harsh and threatening edge to his voice as he carried on speaking. He stood up, the chair he was sitting on making an awful grinding noise against the ground. "You know-" Sean adjusted his gloves by the hem, obviously getting a bit stressed, frustrated, and fidgety. "I remember someone telling me ways to 'fix' behavior, maybe it was my father, maybe it was a mentor of mine, I could care less. But," He kicked aside the chair, getting closer to you. There was a cynical glaze in his eyes. "I think I could use all of the advice in the world right now to fix whatever gear is loose in your head. Maybe it's because you lived on the streets, or maybe you don't know how to act in front of me. Or-" The Prince cut himself off, laughing into his arm as he walked a couple feet away. "Or maybe you feel the same way I do, driven to madness by.." There was a certain uncertainty in his voice, as if he didn't know how to feel about something. "... love." He looked towards you once more. "You love me, don't you?"

'This can't be good.' Someone being intoxicated on an emotion was never a good sign for anyone, especially when it was love. Most people would do anything to get a mutual feeling, and it seems that Sean was for sure 'one of those people'. But, to be honest, he didn't seem like a person anymore. He was more of a monster than anyone you had ever met before. His eyes, the way he moves, the manipulation drenching everything he does screams a million warnings for you to get out. It's hard to run away, even if you weren't tied down, he knew what he was doing with every step he took and every emotion he expressed.

You must have been spacing out again because there was another harsh slap to your face, one that would intensify the already red mark burning on your cheek. "Answer me.", he demanded in a low tone, leaning in close and gripping the back of your forearm. Had it been the mark of the slaps or just the intimacy of it all, your face went a bit more red than before. You ridiculed your body for responding in such a way, hating how quick of a turn this all took. "So, you do." Of course, he had seen your expression. You could feel the flustered energy radiating off of you. A couple more laughs escaped his mouth as he was bent towards you, then he used a hand to harshly grip your chin, pulling you as close to him as he could. "I have also heard somewhere that people like you, well to put it in better terms, 'thieves' are the slickest people known to man. But, when confronted and put on the spot, they freeze. They don't know what to do. How unfortunate for them, but rich for people like me." He looked down to your lips, seeing that the gag was still in your mouth. His face scrunched for a second when spotting the drool that had been smeared on your mouth. "I'm going to take off the gag, and if you scream, yell, or cry for help, I hope you know that I have multiple weapons stored down here in places you would never imagine. Got that?" Almost immediately, you nodded, to which he let go of you and reached behind your head, untying it as he said he would. Once the cloth was off, he discarded it to the side as if it was another piece of trash. "Tell me, what's your name?"

You swallowed hard, taking a deep breath and mustering up the courage to say your name. Your voice was more shaky than you wished it had been, but at least you weren't crying your eyes out at this point. There was a pleased look on his face after you spoke.

"Now, I don't know if I'll ever realistically use that name for you, but it seems fitting, I guess. I would have thought something more 'poor' sounding, or maybe your parents just had wishful thinking that their child didn't grow up to be a thief." Sean crossed his arms, straightening his back as he stood before you. Maybe he was expecting a reply, but what could you exactly say to that? He saved you the pain of replying as he went on, "You hungry? Thirsty for anything? I think I still have some wine left over from last night if you want it." Now, this is what fucked with you. How he went from looking like an absolute lunatic, to sounding like someone who actually cared for your wellbeing. It shocked you, and it showed clearly on your face. He didn't comment on it, but you could tell he noticed by the grin he displayed. "Well?"

It was an offer you couldn't pass up. "Yes, please." He nodded and took a step back.

"I will be right back then. I'll know if you do anything fishy, trust me~" Sean walked away and back up the stairs, leaving you all alone in the dimly lit room once again.