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↳ ❝ father knows best ❞

Request?: nah
Irl or minecraft?: royal au
Type: angst 👀
Length: short to medium

Summary: when y/n returns to the palace, to tell her father, schlatt, about her experience in the village with a certain handsome city boy, he isn't exactly happy for her
(a/n: based on the 'mother knows best reprise' from tangled :))
(tell me how this is cuz i can't remember the last time i ever wrote angst that wasn't for a school paper LMAO)

CW!: themes of manipulation

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you ran into the palace, a giddy grin spread across your face with a small blush, a singular rose behind your ear. you ran all the way to your room, smiling, leaning your back on the wooden double doors that you had just shut, daydreaming for just a moment about the pretty boy from the village. but just before you could imagine anything, you heard the gravely voice of your father.

"out late, weren't we?"

"i was just in the village, dad. nothing crazy."

"but i see we brought back a flower. lemme guess: it was mr dreamboat who helps to run his family's corner store."

you tried not to roll your eyes at your father's useless antics that kept dragging on. "i like him, and i think he likes me too, so what's your issue with him?"

"likes you? please, y/n, that's demented. you wondered why i didn't want you going out to the village? that is why you never should have gone out."

you sat there shocked. "but-"

"this whole romance that you've invented, just proves you're too naive to leave this fucking castle." he pinched the bridge of his nose.
you didn't say a word, instead dropping your head; you knew he was getting mad, and you hoped that if you didn't say a word, he would drop it, and leave. unfortunately, this wasn't the case.
"why would he like you? come on now, really? look at you, you think that he's impressed? don't be a dumbass y/n; just find some random prince and move. on. alright?"

you took a deep breath, looking at him right in his eyes. "no." you knew you were basically planning your own demise, but you didn't care right then and there.

"no? oh, i see how it is..." and then it hit you how fucked you were.
"y/n knows best, y/n's so mature now; such a clever grown-up miss. y/n knows best; fine, if you're so sure now, go ahead, give him the fucking crown then, huh? see what he does then." you looked at him, not a word being spoken. "that's why he's here y/n. don't even think that he actually fucking loves you, of all people."

you felt your eyes becoming glassy, and you opened up your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. only your fathers yelling from a mere handful of feet away as he walked around your room, absolutely seething with anger.

"trust me, hunny. he'll leave you like that okay?" he said with a snap. "and i'm not gonna be the bitch to say 'i told you so.'"

"he loves me, dad, not some dumb fucking crown, not some dumb blonde city girl, not some riches, me!"

"well if your so sure, put that bitch to the test alright; but i don't wanna see no fucking tears when i'm right, alright. don't come to me, crying, because you were wrong." you felt a tear fall from your eye as he was now inches away from you, a finger to your chest, initiating a fear that no parent should want to wish on a kid. but he wasn't any normal parent. so instead he said "just remember i'm the one here with more power than any man should have, alright, kid." he removed his finger, slamming the door behind him.

you silently cried looking off in front of you, only fully sobbing once you heard your dad tell the head guard an order that had no loop holes:
"she is not to leave this castle until she is wed to the prince."

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wordcount: 663
wrote : february.22.2023