Call Me Yours (Yandere x Reader Oneshots)

M. Tribal King x F. Reincarnated Goddess

Wrinkling her nose, the young woman woke, blinking dazedly to regain her blurry vision. As she slowly began to become conscious of her surroundings, she felt a soft presence beneath her. Closing her fingers around it, she found she lay on an unbelievably soft mattress. The blanket carefully tucked around her was also quite soft, leading her to not want to wake up. It was only in her confusion and curiosity that she opened her eyes fully, becoming more awake and aware of her surroundings.

Though she hadn't the slightest clue how she had gotten in such a luxurious room, the sight was stunning. Placing her hand over the translucent fabric hanging from the bed frame of the large canopy bed, she parted it, able to see the full sight. With golden trimming along the pristinely white walls and broad crystal chandeliers, her mouth became agape with astonishment. More gold and gems adorned the room, placed carefully on sturdy tables and wardrobes, polished and feathered to a sheen.

As she looked to her left, she noted a golden and jeweled chalice with a red liquid inside as well as a similar plate with a portion of lavish food. Silverware also lay beside it with intricate metalwork and emeralds laid in the center of them. Pausing to admire the fork, she held it up, her eyes sparkling at the sight. She then jumped in surprise when there was a knock at her door, accompanied by a well-dressed woman and a handful of caretakers behind her.

"You've awoken," she hummed, giving a soft smile to the young lady before noting the full plate beside her, "but you have yet to touch your meal?"

Giving a concerned expression, the woman stepped forward with the rest of the caretakers, all of them getting on their knees. They then pressed their foreheads against the floor, bowing in an elaborate and demeaning manner to establish great respect to the young lady that had just opened her eyes. Confused, she stared on at them with befuddlement, wondering why she was being given such grandiose treatment.

"My goddess, please, for the sake of this pitiful servant, provide yourself with ample sustenance. You will surely need the energy it will provide."

"Why?" the young woman asked, bringing her fingers to her lips while tilting her head to the right just slightly.

"His majesty is stricken with great anxiousness in hearing you have at long last returned to us. When you see him, no doubt he will keep you by his side all day...and night."

"I see. Please raise your heads then."

The caretakers acknowledged the young lady's words, bowing their heads once more when they rose. They then began to arrange for the day's beginnings as the young woman ate. As she picked up the forked with a morsel of meat and brought it to her lips, she shed tears. She wasn't certain why but it felt like she hadn't eaten anything in centuries. It was so flavorful and strangely nostalgic that she couldn't help but feel a great weight settled in her heart. The more she ate, the more questions became posed to her.

Though she had just woken up, as she looked at herself in the mirror, it was clear that she had been alive for around two decades or so. Her rich (h/c) locks stood to contrast against her clear (e/c) irises, but it looked as though she had been deprived of the necessities of life for so long. The more she attempted to remember, the more faint memories came back to her, but the only thing she could gather was that she used to wander aimlessly around, starving near death, with no real purpose. If she was there, however, had she finally found it?

The caretakers promptly readied everything for her, including a warm bath to cleanse her skin which had been sullied by dirt, mud, and blood. They carefully cleaned her skin, careful not to make direct skin-to-skin contact with her for a reason she could not yet comprehend. The smell of mulberry put her at ease and relaxed her tensed muscles which had been strained for years of being a filthied vagabond.