princess diaries (yanderes x reader)

𝐈𝐈 - 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥

The odd couple who showed up at our doorstep sat beside one another on the couch while Dad, Pops, and I were stationed across from them. They looked rather uncomfortable sitting on our couch. The intimidating man I met earlier, who I've dubbed "Shaq," turned out to be their security and stood beside them with his arms hung by his side, because a security guard is a totally normal thing for the average person to have.

Pops continually glared at Shaq, crossing his arms and flexing his abs simultaneously (nice), while Dad sat next to him, awkwardly fiddling with his fingers and smiling at the unexpected guests. I merely stood behind them, leaning on the chairs.

Silence filled the room, and it was so goddamn awkward.

Dad broke the silence. "So, who are you, again?"

"Oh," the woman guffawed and removed her scarf and sunglasses, carefully placing them on her lap instead of the couch "pardon our manners. This is Felizio Colonna Bonneville Lerialé the Third, and I am his wife, Izabelle."

'Felizio' responded, doing the same as his wife, "We are the ruling sovereigns of our beloved nation, Stultania."

"What? That's actually a real country?" Dad's eyebrows furrowed as he stared at them.

"Yes." Felizio deadpanned. "Yes, it is. She is a beautiful coastal country beside France and Italy, a secret gem in the crown of our world, to say the least..."

While this went down, I had grabbed my phone and Googled Stultanian rulers to see if they are indeed legit, and holy fucking shit—

"No way," I interrupted Felizio's rant about Stultania. "You guys are legit. You're the King and Queen of Stultania!" I handed Dad my cell phone which presented him with an image of the couple who sat on our couch wearing regal clothing and crowns, sitting in parades in front of thousands of people. Pops took a peek from the corner of his eye.

"Indeed, we are." Izabelle — Queen Izabelle responded with a proud smile.

Now the security guard, their funny accents, and the limo outside made so much sense. They were, in fact, not normal people.

"Okay, your majesties," Pops straightened in his seat and eyed the couple, "if you're so 'legit,' then what the hell are you doing in my living room, and what the hell do you want with our daughter?"

Damn, Pops asking the real questions.

The Queen dusted off her shoulder and cleared her throat. "Well, I'm sure you've heard on the news about the passing of our dearest son, Prince Sinclair."

Dad nodded, "Oh, yes, totally." Liar. "We are sorry for your loss,"

"You see, there is a common misconception that he was our only child." Izabelle continued. "On the 8th of November, 20XX, I had given birth to an amazing, healthy, beautiful boy, Sinclair, but minutes before him? A daughter."

"Oh?" I muttered. That seemed to catch her attention as her eyes landed on me. "What happened to her?"

Felizio looked me dead in the eye and answered with such aloofness that it was almost insulting. "We gave her up for adoption, and she happened to find her way to an American family in this ratchet, old neighborhood."

"What are you implying?" Dad put his hand on Pops' forearm in search of comfort.

"We're saying that Y/n here is our daughter, the last Princess of Stultania."

end.

11/26/2022