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

Chapter 20: Exchange of Culture

There was no logic in what (Y/n) had chosen to do, her actions based solely on her own pity for herself. Aside from the Trewin boy's beauty, there was nothing holding her to stay with him. In fact, there were far more things repelling her. For instance, though she couldn't feel it from the other members of the royal family, from him and Celith, she felt kinship. However, that was not a good thing, especially when the younger of the two was well aware of her status as well.

Staring down at the orange-haired boy, she watched as he stirred, trying to wake up. His features contorted in pain at the realization he was still sick, but he did awaken. The male must have thought he was alone because he let a few tears slip. However, as he noticed her along with Sona by his side, he was quick to subtly wipe them away. And though it took him a bit longer than it should have, he put on a gentle smile, pretending everything was fine. He must have been used to that.

"I'm sorry you had to stay around for me. You didn't have to do that."

"No, I didn't."

With her blunt response, the male was at a loss for words. Though he was taken aback, trying to formulate just how to continue with the conversation, he retained a small gleam in his eyes. After he had practically begged not to be left alone, she would have thought he anticipated her to be there. But, it was the opposite. He looked like he hadn't thought anyone would actually listen to him, which was odd, wasn't it?

"Does this happen often?" she asked, referring to the seizure only out of her own self-interest.

Again, he looked shocked. Still, a more thankful smile made its way onto his face. He fiddled with the blanket and tensed his shoulders. Somewhere in between relaxed and anxious, he looked filled with joy. She knew why, but it wasn't flattering. The only reason he liked her - even if he didn't know it yet - was because of her bloodline. That was it. And yet he still looked so sincere about having one-sided feelings.

"I'm embarrassed to say it does," the prince chuckled somberly, motioning to all the medical equipment around him, "Sometimes, it happens when I'm around a lot of people and sometimes, it happens when I'm alone in bed."

"Alone?" she huffed, darting her eyes over to the four servants in the room, standing as still as statues.

"Well, I guess I'm never really left alone-alone, but...maybe it just feels that way to me. It's always quiet in here except for the beeping. So, it's nice to have someone here with me. But I guess you wouldn't want a reward or anything?"

"No."

"Oh. That's a shame," A pause. "May I, at least, offer you something to eat?"

The girl let out an annoyed sigh, the male twitching. He gave a look of guilt, knowing she wouldn't have wanted anything. After all, she refused everything he tried to give her before. It shouldn't have been any different that time, especially when he had guilted her into staying with him. Frowning, he hung his head, understanding if she wanted to leave as soon as possible. Yet she nodded reluctantly, giving him back a bit of hope. Sona, however, glowered at her decision. It was just more time being wasted.

"Really?" he sparkled, putting the blanket down from his face, "What would you like? I promise my cook can make anything you want! Ah, what's your favorite food, Miss Shiratori?"

"I've...been told I like sweets."

"Sounds good! And, well, if this sounds insensitive, I apologize, but...you are Athainian, right? I-I just want to make sure the cook makes something from your home country. You must miss it an awful lot. I...I definitely would. B-But that's just because my cousins have told me how beautiful the country is! Am...I rambling?"