princess diaries (yanderes x reader)

𝐈𝐕 - 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥

It had been only 2 weeks yet I already felt myself folding under the pressure.

After that day, I took the manila envelope and laid it on my desk in my room, completely unopened. It taunted me, refusing to move and hide away and no longer be a problem. Sometimes, I had sat on my bed and simply stared at it for hours almost without blinking, with only my deep, unsteady breaths filling the room and Khaleesi keeping my company. Nothing seemed to calm me. Could anyone calm a person who had met their birth parents for the first time, only for them to threaten to imprison their adoptive parents?

It only got worse from there. On my way to school, I saw a man in black watching my house. He'd reappear outside my school as my day ended. On the occasional moment I stare out my window, I'd see him staring up at me from across the street. He'd never do anything — not nod or say a word, but I knew why he was there. Dad called the police on him, yet they refused to look into it, and Pops took a baseball bat and tried to threaten him to leave us alone only for the man to disappear the moment Pops stepped outside the house.

And in the mail, I received various letters addressed from the capital of Stultania with a postal sticker depicting an orange fox — the national animal of Stultania. I had only opened one of them (since Dad took them all to keep me from stressing...didn't really work), and it read something along the lines of "Hey, remember our threat? Yeah, sign the papers and we won't imprison your dads. Have a nice day!"

Very comforting.

We told the police and showed them the letters and got no dice.

Each time we received no action from the police made me feel more and more hopeless. We have physical proof of harassment from them and yet they don't budge; what will happen to my dads in court, or in prison?

I didn't know what to do, and the manila envelope taunted louder... so I opened the envelope.

Inside were legal documents that would officially make me a Stultanian citizen, and make Felizio and Izabelle my guardians under Stultanian law. Alongside that was a sheet that stated that my signing would entail a 6 month crash course training for reign in Stultainia, and I would have the ability to visit my dads in America twice a year. My name would be legally changed to Y/n M/n Bonneville Lerialé, and my title would be Crown Princess to the Stultanian throne.

There was also a tiny card that had a phone number. Knowing who the number probably belonged to, I was tempted to post it on the internet and dox them for pranks, but I didn't. I should've. Instead, I called them.

After a few rings, a woman with the same accent picked up, "This is the Stultanian Embassy. How many I assist you?"

"Hi, um," I fumbled over my words. What the hell was I doing? "I'd like to speak to Queen Izabelle, please."

A moment of silence. "May I ask who is calling?"

"Yeah, it's, uh, Y/n. Y/n L/n. She'll want to speak to me." I fiddled with my fingers as my mouth went on autopilot. Seriously though, what the hell was I doing?

"One moment." There was a click, then elevator ass waiting music played. With nothing to do but wait, I just sat there, devoid of any reason, devoid of any thought.

After a minute, a click was heard again, and I heard a familiar feminine voice. "Y/n, you called. Have you signed the papers?"

I quickly responded. "No."

"Oh."

"Not yet."

"Oh?"

"I want to make a deal with you, your highness."

The Queen hummed. "I'm listening."

"The 6 months training I'm to do in Stultania? I want that done here. In America, where I live." I affirmed with strength in my voice. Damn fit for a princess.

"Hmm, I suppose that's doable."

"That's not all," I continued. "I want your word that my dads will be protected from you and outside parties. No harm shall befall onto them, or I quit. These terms are final and nonnegotiable."

"Or you quit?"

"Or I quit." I couldn't see her expression, but in her voice, I could hear a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Do we have a deal?"

She answered with silence. All I could hear was the quiet whirring of the phonecall's background, and my anxiety skyrocketed. Would she agree? Why would she? She and her husband have the advantage anyways, so agreeing to do this would only cost them. Was what I was doing completely idiotic? Maybe. Probably. But I had so much at risk. I'd rather be on a plane to Stultania and my birth parents knowing my real parents are safe and sound rather than fly while they're in prison. It's a better option—right?

Right?

"Y/n?" A masculine voice spoke into the phone. Felizio. "Are you there?"

"Yes, you're majesty,"

"Get a pen. You've got yourself a deal."

end.

12.08.22