In Sickness And In Health (Yandere M. Genius x F. Reader x Yandere M. Prince)

Chapter 11: Two Of A Kind

Sona looked wordlessly at the girl in front of him. He didn't expect she would be brave enough to go out on her own, and he certainly didn't anticipate her intentionally sneaking away. Though he couldn't quite say why she did what she did, it wasn't his place to question it. Instead, he figured it might save a few lives if he had just patched her up as she asked. Despite her hissing, directed at the stinging of the ointment, he remained as calm as he always was, but strangely silent as well.

She adjusted her hair to cover the bandage, knowing Haru would react poorly to it. Luckily, as they met up again, getting ready for dinner, he didn't notice it. Instead, they were able to proceed to the palace dining room with no issue. Aside from Haru showing up in his casual clothes, they were mostly very well-dressed, including Bastien. Though, they were practically nothing compared to the amount of elegance the royal family held.

"Mr. Mica!" the small brunette delighted, running across the vast floor to the man he'd met a few hours prior.

The regent leaned down to greet the child, the two of them talking about complete nonsense. Despite that, both of them were beaming from ear to ear. That left (Y/n) free to see the other royals that had joined them, not that there were many to note. In fact, there were only two, and one of them was already enjoying the wine. The dirty-blonde-haired man leaned back in his chair, forgoing all etiquette and taking tiny sips. He savored the drink greatly, giving tiny chuckles to himself after each taste. She wasn't entirely certain who the man was, but he did bear a striking resemblance to at least one of the princes.

Then there was a woman already sitting at the table with a straight posture and a calm expression. She had long copper hair with a tint of orange and soft gray eyes. Originally, the younger girl believed her to be a non-royal relative. After all, there was nothing fancy about her. She didn't wear any jewelry aside from two small dangling earrings, and her attire was nothing more than a simply colored dress and a brimmed hat. However, as she noted the way she sat and moved, with elegance and grace in each movement, there was no doubt of her noble lineage.

The dirty-blonde-haired man glanced at the woman, but since she made no attempt to speak to the guests, let alone look at them, and Mica was preoccupied with Bastien, he stood up. Reluctant to part with the wine, he set it down gently and placed his hand on his heart. One could practically see the gears ticking in his head before he decided on bowing. It was not a proper bow - at least, not from what (Y/n) could see. The angle was all off and he wasn't putting much care into the placement of his other arm either.

"Hello!" he said simply, moving up from the bow abruptly and waving casually, "Remind me who you are again?"

"Satoru!" Presley snapped, receiving a look of boredom from the man in question, "You should not be the one greeting them, and even if you were the only one here, you should have put more care into - "

"Akahito," Haru interrupted, waving at the man in return and receiving a pleased grin from the dirty-blonde.

"Wine?" the man replied, holding up a bottle like it was his own child.

Though they turned down the offer, mostly because Haru hated the taste of alcohol and the (h/c) haired girl fared no better, the man wasn't offended. Instead, he brightened up, probably out of the realization that he could enjoy the whole bottle to himself. The coral-haired male in charge of the staff didn't look as pleased, scowling at the man. That being said, he was largely ignored, except for a few mocking smirks he would send the younger male.

"Where are my manners?" Mica chuckled, placing the small brunette down in a chair close to him, "My niece, Verona Trewin. She has become quite docile since her teenage years, so she will probably be very quiet. Don't take it to heart."