Gross. [Reverse! Harem x Reincarnated! Male! Reader]

C. 7

Then Abel, who licked the inside of his lip before speaking in his silkier voice, him agreeing with the previous notion. His crimson orbs glaring daggers at the first to speak who ignored the fact that he was even there.

"Of course he looks good, he's in red."

Your smile, though you were still rather angry at your white-haired 'friend', reaches your eyes and you can't help but lean into the praise. Reaven, who was getting calmer by the second, told you that the Fourth Preist was waiting for you, and Abel couldn't come with you so he left the room after he said he hoped to help dress you again. You smirk at him, watching his form as he leaves, and then the worst happened.

"Cousin! You seem to be in a much better mood than earlier!"

Medea's dress comes into your vision before she does, it's large and covered in jewels, similar to the ones you wore before you were sentenced to death. So, while you wore something simple to both, prove that you weren't taking advantage of the people, and to show respect to who you were visiting, she wore something that probably cost at least a thousand gold and a handful of silver.

"Cousin? Y/n?"

"Huh?"

Reaven, who has stopped massaging his injured cheek, taps your side as a gentle reminder that you should be more vocal, and fills you in on what had just happened while you were spaced out, and the even worse happens.

"Medea has decided to come with us, Your Divineness."

Medea laughs, tapping Damien's nose and this time he doesn't pull away from her and try to pull his blade, he just glares down at her, though it was most likely because Medea was related to you, you really didn't want that, did you?

"Damien."

He tilts his head towards you, so does Reaven even if you didn't call on him, and his face erupts in a pretty pink as your hand gently cups his cheek, his eyes wide and blank like you just erased every part of him that made him human. You pull him closer towards you, his head reaching just above your chest because of his forced leaning position, and your other hand taps his nose as your eyes glance to your cousin, and Willow, who was glaring at the wall behind you, before your eyes travel back to your knight.

You've never seen him more at ease, even if Reaven was now no longer calm and instead looking as if he was planning a murder, his eyes closed and deep breaths, each one fanning against your wrist. Like a rescue dog who was finally used to human touch, the resemblance is uncanny.

"Well, cousin, why don't we leave? Our ride is here."

Damien glares at Medea, but it softens quickly as you run your hand through his hair, though he deflates slightly as you remove your hands from him. Reaven's quick to help you into the carriage and makes sure you are comfortable in your seat.

"Let's hope the ride is smooth, Your Divineness."

"It's been a while Y/n."

You're welcomed by a soft voice coming from pale lips, the fourth was a good-looking man but he couldn't command anyone with such a pathetic voice. He was dressed in a simple white robe, a train of fabric trailing behind him, and blue flowers painted the bottom. Gray hair cut and brushed, steel blue eyes dragging themselves across the red outfit you had chosen to wear.

"Your right, Bhanaviya, it truly has been."

He chuckles, watching as Medea stepped out from behind you, little rubies capturing the light from the many windows that surrounded all of you. Her black hair curled and brown eyes looking around for, what you know she's looking for, anything of value that would prove Bhanaviya worth her time.

Bhanaviya, ever the gentleman, walks to her and gently raises her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles before pulling out his charming smile.

"Y/n, won't you introduce me to your gorgeous friend."

Your shoulders tense, she was both your cousin and your worst enemy.

"Well, this is my cousin. Medea meet the fourth Preist, Bhanaviya."

"Please, call me Viya, rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?"

Medea giggles, and now you wonder if he was a gentleman or really trying to hit on your family member. You want out of this situation, and Reaven comes to your rescue, separating the two of them and leading them to one of the nearby tables. It held a chess set on top of it but, instead of black and white, the pieces were made of gold and blessed wood, from the second Preist himself.

"Well, The Divineness came here to spend a free day, he hasn't had many of those lately, so I hope we can make the most of it."

He seats the two on opposite sides of each other, letting you keep an eye on both for any more unacceptable behaviour. The set of chess lays between you and... Viya, and it's already set. You let him make the first move as you always do.

"So, Y/n, how come you've never told me about Medea? And why haven't I seen her at any dances?"

"Oh, I just came here a few days ago!"

You nod to confirm her answer, watching carefully as Viya makes a move. Both on the board and on your cousin.

"Then I suppose you haven't seen much of our culture. I can take you on a tour if you'd like."

They continue to talk, the fourth breaking it now and then to move a piece. This goes on until you finally get him into a checkmate.

"Checkmate."

"Medea, that sounds wonderful! That's many more species than we would ever add!"

"...Checkmate."

"And they add water to rice?"

You wave Reaven over, who quickly stands by your side, and sit up from the ever-growing uncomfortable chair. Two pairs of eyes snap to you, one blue the other brown, confusion evident in both.

"Y/n?"

"I'm simply going for a walk around the outer town, it's been a while since I've had a chance too."

Bhanaviya nods, standing as well after announcing he'll walk you to the door. It's silent, the only noise the rhythm of heels hitting the ground, Reaven scurrying behind the both of you.

"Y/n, you're related to her?"

"Yes. Why?"

"I didn't think someone so evil could be related to someone like you. She's protected by many demons, yes? I can barely touch her without the demons throwing my skin off hers."

Good.