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

Chapter 53: Fragment

Orion was ecstatic when the (h/c) haired girl had asked him to meet in the greenhouse the previous night. She specifically gave him a dress code, which he found a bit concerning. At first, he thought she hated his style of clothing or that he perhaps didn't look good in the traditional outfit. Atlas, of course, assured him that he looked good in anything he wore, along with the male's other servants. Still, he began stressing out about finding the style of clothing she wanted him to wear.

She told him he had to wear plain clothes, but he didn't know what that meant, and neither did his servants. As a result, he panicked and ended up calling the boutique his great uncle liked to frequent. They specialized in Vethelan men's clothes, having been the favorite place of most royal consorts, including the male's grandfather and his uncle. Still, Satoru was picky, so they expanded a bit into Athainian-style clothes just for him. That made the boy very conflicted. After all, to his knowledge, (Y/n) was Athainian.

The prince uncomfortably squirmed as they began to suggest some styles to him, wanting to ask if he looked good in Athainian clothes. Of course, he was unable to do so, far too shy, but Atlas helped him. After they started to try on some, the poor news came that Orion, in fact, suited Vethelan clothes a lot better. He broke everyone's hearts as his expression turned into one of defeat. It took everyone in the room to make him feel better, mostly with remarks of impressing the older girl. As he saw himself in the mirror, hearing all the compliments about his appearance, he smiled and held tightly onto one of the clay containers he took from the "shrine".

Before long, he was dressed in "plain" clothes, heading over to the greenhouse with a pep in his step. Unfortunately, though his clothes would be considered plain to the Vethelan high-society, it was anything but. Orion stepped into the greenhouse with gold embroidery on a loose silk shirt tucked into velvet black pants with tons of decaling. He also wore plenty of adornments, including a matching velvet jacket, a simple but still pricey jewel broach, and his simplest crown. Meanwhile, Cadmus sat on a blanket, dressed in nothing but a rough white shirt and tight black pants, looking at the younger girl in confusion.

Immediately, Orion paused, concerned beyond belief for two reasons. The first was that he wholeheartedly believed he was being invited out on a date. At the realization that was untrue, he bit down on his bottom lip and tried not to cry. However, at the same time, the presence of his father made him freeze in place. Even though the older girl was right there, motioning for him to come, he could not take a step forward. She had to physically guide him forward, and he wouldn't move until she let him interlock his fingers with hers.

Even when Orion managed to sit down on the same blanket as his father, the two of them were on completely opposite corners, putting as much distance between them as they could. All the while, they avoided making eye contact. Taking advantage of the momentary awkwardness, the (h/c) haired girl began to remove all the extra things the younger male was wearing: the broach, the jacket, etc. She even began to ruffle his hair, messing up the careful placement of each strand that Atlas agonized over.

"Can I touch this?" she mumbled, pointing to the crown, "Or will I get my hand cut off?"

"You can touch it," A pause. "Just don't tell Presley."

Carefully, she removed the crown, placing it and the other accessories into the jacket and throwing it out of sight. She then directed her attention to the two fools sitting in front of her. Neither one of them wanted to talk, but she was going to make them. That was the entire goal of having them come all the way over there. In the greenhouse, no one else could intrude on their conversation. She was only there temporarily to start their conversation, fully intended to leave the moment they could speak on their own.

"You guys are annoying me to death," she mumbled, prompting Orion to tremble, "You're going to talk to each other because you love each other. Yes?"

Both of them gave a downcast glance. They probably didn't believe that the other one felt that way. That was another goal of the talk. Sighing, she placed a plate of cucumbers and sunflower seeds in the middle of the blanket on Orion's side. Then she put down a miscellaneous assortment of things with the boy's visage. Cadmus flared red, realizing what she was intending, but it wasn't until she explained did the orange-haired male start burning up, too.