The Masquerade - könig x reader

prologue

I was happy once. truly happy. my life was perfect. I went to one of the most prestigious private schools in New England, I had a large friend group, I was on track to going to the most elite fashion design schools in New York. I had everything. And then I lost everything I loved most, my mother.

My mother died on the way home from a debutante ball that was thrown by one of the other elite families in New England. Her limo was hit by a drunk semi driver, and her and the driver were killed instantly. After that my life was never the same.

My father immediatly pulled me out of school, in the middle of my senior year, and forced me to be home schooled. he hired a world renouned tutor to teach me from my house, and when i graduated, he hired a close friend of his who was a harvard professor to teach me from home. My father immediatly struck down my dream to go to fashion school and instead forced me to pursue a degree in politics.

"You are going to be the first female president of the god damn United States if its the last thing I do, now don't you dare bring up fashion design school again do you undertand me y/n?" was what my father screamed at me when I cried about him forcing me into harvard.

my father forced me to go back to my piano lessons. my mother pulled me out start of freshman year when I told her I didn't like piano. But when she died, father put me back in. He also made me go back to taking French. I didn't mind french since it had a tie to the fashion industry, but my teacher was brutal and hard.

I was never allowed to leave the house after my mother died. Father hired a man named König, a member of a special military force that worked for the United Nations, to be my bodyguard. König was tall, about 6'10. He had a german accent that could either make him sound sweet or terrifying. I got upset at König often as he always followed my fathers orders, but to be honest, König was my only friend.

I know, I must sound so spoiled. I get to live in this grand New England mansion with a personal bodygaurd. I got into harvard with no hard work and I get to stay at home and do school there without having to leave or work.

" Y/n there are people starving in the streets of America." is what my father would say when I complained.

I was grateful for the family I was born in. I truly was, but It's hard to be happy when all your dreams get stripped away from you. Dreams you've had since you were a little girl. Those dreams that get taken because your father is too scared to lose you, that he doesn't let you live.