Call Me Yours (Yandere x Reader Oneshots)

M. Captain of the Knights x Handicapped Lady

The head maid watched on with the main butler, both of them watching intently as their master raked through piles of papers. Exchanging bizarre looks to one another, they attempted to rein in their personal feelings for the sake of their master. The man nudged the woman, pushing her to speak. Of course, at first, she paused, wondering if it really was best to disturb the male from doing something he was so heavily invested in.

Then there was the matter of his change in attitude. Ever since he had woken up from his coma, he'd been so manic. Running around, trying to find something that wasn't there, he worried everyone around him. And recently, when he had begun negating his duties as the royal captain of the guard, there was no room for doubt anymore. The man was completely insane. As such, the head maid was the first to step forward.

"Master Vero," she sighed, lowering her head and bowing in respect, "May I ask you to relax for just a moment? I would like to clean your office. Perhaps you could take a walk with Jove."

"No, I need to know more first. It has to be done by the end of the day. I'll eat, so don't pester me until tomorrow morning."

"I really think you ought to - "

The man looked up with a petrifying gaze, the woman immediately backing down. In response, she and the butler exited with a bow, leaving the man to his own devices. He gripped a singular piece of paper within the portfolio he held and frowned. Gripping the paper, he directed his eyes up at the window, gazing through it. It was then that he decided. It was time. Time to get even.

Far from the capital, on the outskirts of the forested area, a young woman sat outside, unable to move. She stared out onto the tranquil forest, wondering if that day would be any different than the one before it. Then again, she was grateful to her father. He kept her days just like that. He sacrificed everything, including his ability to live with her, just so he could just to let her have a peaceful time. It was perhaps because of the few servants and lack of family members she had that caused her to be so painfully lonely.

Oftentimes, she would imagine running in the forest, picking the freshest berries and eating them then and there. Closing her eyes, she envisioned the fantasy in more detail. Maybe she would encounter a wild wolf and find the courage to tame it. Or perhaps a nest of baby birds squeaking for their next meal. As a breeze blew from the east, the (h/c) haired girl took in a heavy breath and smiled. The plants she would encounter would be wild and reckless, always growing however they could.

She knew it was too dangerous for her. With no guards at the estate - the best one with those qualities being the chef - and no one who wanted to join her, there was no hope for it. She could only hope that in her next life she would be born a magician or wild adventurer. Those thoughts gave her the things she needed to go on. Though she was overcome with guilt for the things her father did for her, he couldn't provide everything to make her life feel worthwhile.

"My lady," the girl's closest aid smiled, holding a small cupcake, "You've finally become a woman. Congratulations."

(Y/n) smiled. Reaching out her hands, she took the pastry, noting the eager and pitying eyes of her few servants. She knew why that was. Born disabled and feebly weak, she could do nothing, not even get about by herself. And because of the limitations of her wheelchair, she had never experienced anything but the first floor of the abode she resided in. And even that was becoming threatened by the lack of funds her father could secure. Holding the cupcake tightly - but not tightly enough to harm its shape - the girl's eyes watered.

It wasn't like they were nobility, her father only born with the skin on his back and no parents to speak of. Like hers, his mother died in childbirth and his father refused to take responsibility for him. She'd heard the stories of how he had risen from rags to riches through his inventions and how he had become wealthy enough to make his own trade company. For a time, when her mother was alive, the business flourished, enough to gain the attention of nobles. Many sought to sponsor them, and for that, they were given much respect.