Y/N is a 14 year old girl who's been in and out of bad foster homes since she was 6. A new family of 4 is coming to the orphanage to pick up a new member for the family, what y/n didn't know was that this family was actually the royal family of the...
They left me alone in the room. There was no lights other than the moon light lighting up the room. I walked over to my night stand where I found a candle stick on a tray and some matches. I lit the match and then transferred the small flame to the candle. 'There better light' I thought to my self. I knew it was going to be hard to sleep.
The same events would happen each night, I'd try to sleep, be waken up by a nightmare, then not be able to sleep again. But, I was very tired today, more than usual. As I laid down on the bed I felt how comfy the bed actually was, I felt like I was on a could! Almost instantly I feel asleep, only to be met by a nightmare.
-------->time skip to later in the night
-techno's pov-
I was just staring at the roof in bed when I heard a scream coming from y/n's room. Immediately I rushed over to see if she was okay. I opened the door and looked around. She was nowhere to be seen. Then I saw her, shaking in the corner of the room, crying. Slowly I pulled the girl into a hug, at first she flinched but then melted into the hug and hugged me back.
After her breathing calmed down I asked here what happened. "I-I had a nig-nightmare, sorry if I w-woke you up." Her voice broke. "No, you're perfectly fine. I couldn't sleep anyways. Would you like to come to the library with me?" "Y-yes please.." I got up and offered my hand to the h/c haired girl. She followed me to our library where I pulled out my favorite book, The Art of War.
After a bit of reading I saw she had fallen asleep on a chair so I went to pick her up to bring her to her bed. When I picked her up she flinched worse than before once I touched her back, so I carefully brought her to her bed. In the morning I would tell dad to check to see if she was hurt.
--------->time skip day time (y/n's pov)
I woke up back in my room to the sound of... nothing. For the first time in years I hadn't woken up to a loud sound of yelling or a door slamming, it was nice. I got up and started to brush my hair when a knock came at the door. "Come in?" I said. A young lady with light blue hair walked in. "Hello your highness I'm Abigail. I'm your personal maid and assistant." She smiled. "Well hello! You can just call me y/n, no need for fancy names." She nodded. "Okay, y/n! Well your father requires your presence in the dinning hall, your outfit is in the closet. Just call me if yuu oh need me." I nodded my head and smiled as she walked out the room shutting the door.
I walked over to the closet. The outfit siting in-front of me was beautiful blue dress, it had many layers, with beautiful little butterflies littering the top layer. It felt like silk, there was no way I could wear this, I'm a simple orphan girl waiting to be sent back to the orphanage.
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I guess Philza thought I wouldn't wear it because there was a little note next to the dress. It read "this dress is for you y/n, please wear it. It wasn't a problem and you deserve nice clothing -dadza" I put on the dress and walked down to the dining hall.
A/n: SORRYYY THIS TOOK SO LONG AND IS SO SHORT- I have had writers block for a bit now, I'm going to try to get the next chapter out soon! Thanks for all the love and support<3 remember following and voting helps me out! Bye loves<3
