princess diaries (yanderes x reader)

𝐈𝐈𝐈 - 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚

"What the actual fuck?" My mouth fell open at the sudden nuclear bomb that had just dropped in my living room. Dad pestered me for my profane use of language, and my birth parents seemed appalled by the sound of the F Word.

Felizio remarked, "Don't tell me you didn't know you were adopted?"

"I knew about that!" I pointed at them accusingly with my eyes squinted, "You gave me up but kept my brother? Why the hell would you do that?!"

Izabelle attempted to explain, "Well, we didn't want any daughters—"

"You're saying you abandoned me because I have a vagina? What kind of bullshit reason is that?" I slammed my hands on the edge of the chairs my fathers sat on and glared at the foreign couple. If looks could kill, they would've been run over by Pops' pick-up truck, roasted over Dad's barbeque grill, and chewed to bits by Khaleesi. Dad placed his hand on mine and rubbed it in an attempt to calm me.

Izabelle appeared insulted by my interruption, but Felizio kept his composure: "Our kingdom has a history of quarrels over succession to the throne when a daughter is firstborn, and the two of us" he gestured to his wife, "were hoping for two sons. Unfortunately, we had you."

Dad gasped, "Say that again, you bast–"

"What is your purpose for coming here?" Pops finally spoke up with no air in his tone, still in his position with his arms crossed and his back straight.

"Yes, we are to discuss that," Izabelle exhaled a deep breath. Her heeled foot anxiously tapped on our floor as she avoided my and Papa's gazes and focused on Dad. "Sinclair, our beautiful child, was groomed and raised to be our heir to the throne, and he was rightfully prepared to take on his role. And then, the car accident happened, and..."

Felizio finished for his wife, who trailed off. "Because of our son's unexpected passing, we are without an heir, and our family's long reign is threatened by that lack thereof by outside forces, to state it plainly."

"So, what? You want to ship me back to Stultania so I could be your political puppet?" I scoffed at the ridiculousness of the prospect.

And then, the two both nodded and said, "Yes."

"You're joking."

"We're serious."

"No." Pops stood up and stared the two down, causing Shaq (who I completely forgot was in the room) to step closer as a warning.

"No?" Felizio raised an eyebrow.

"You heard me. We say 'no.'" Pops insisted. "Y/n's a few months shy of 18, and Daniel and I are her legal guardians. We signed the documents. You gave her up, she's ours."

"How dare you?" Felizio stood up and raised his voice.

Pops still towered over him, regardless. "I think it's best if you leave my house, your majesty. "

"Please sit down, husband, Mr. L/n," Izabelle remained calm. "We're afraid we're going to take Y/n whether you approve of it or not."

"What the hell?" Dad and I chimed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"The Queen and I," Felizio fixed his collar and sat down, "have the 'readoption' papers, for lack of a better word, and she," He pointed to me, "is going to give us her signature and come with us to Stultania to commence her training, or we'll put you in federal prison for kidnapping the daughter of the King and take her anyways." Izabelle whipped out a manila envelope with the supposed documents inside and practically dangled it in front of me as Felizio continued. "From what I've heard, people like you don't last in the justice system."

Felizio's eyes traveled to me with evident mischief and smugness. "If Y/n wants to keep her beloved heathens for guardians out of prison, she'll sign the papers — in Stultania, she is legal, afterall." His face bore such a resemblance to mine that it sent shivers down my spine.

"Get out." Pops aggressively pointed to the front door. "Get the fuck out of my house."

The pride never faded from Felizio's eyes as he stood up and brushed nonexistent dust off his clothing before stepping out of our house. Izabelle's expression was kinder, yet the context of the situation made it sickening. She slid the envelope onto the coffee table and left her seat saying, "If you change your mind..." Izabelle and Shaq left the house, leaving us with our thoughts.

"Kiddo, don't do it." Dad instantly went to me and pulled me into his arms, cradling my head in his large hand. "Pops and I will be okay. Don't sacrifice yourself for us. You can live with Auntie Ru so you can still go to the same school, and Pops and I will figure the rest out. We won't let these people bully us."

I tried not to cry, but I felt so safe in Dad's arms that I ended up sobbing anyways. "But, they're right. The legal system here is ass to minorities. You guys are gonna be in big trouble, and they're literally royalty. I can't let that happen to you guys."

"No, N/n," Pops hugged me from the other side so I was sandwiched in between my fathers. "You shouldn't have to worry about us. We'll be okay, everything will be."

But it won't be. I knew too much for my own good, and I was very well aware of the reality of our situation.

Dad and Pops would be convicted for kidnapping or whatever crime after fighting against top tier lawyers and (most likely faked) evidence, and they would be separated and placed in prisons where they'd get tossed around and abused — and there isn't even a solid guarantee that I'd be far away from the King and Queen of Stultania. They'd find a way to get me, I'm sure of it.

All I could force out of myself was a quiet, defeated "Okay."

end.

11/26/2022