Yandere Reactions and Oneshots

Princess (yeosang)

Your fingers gently slid across the pages of the book you were reading as your head rested on the truck of a tree.
The gentle breeze of the forest ruffles your hair causing the lavender scent in your hair to gently waft around your surroundings.

You enjoyed these little moments of peace away from the watchful eye of the palace gaurd away from the noise of the city.
Being a princess was a privilege few could ever experience.
You had anything and even a girl could ever desire except freedom.
So you particularly tried to draw them out as much as you could.

Just as you were about to get fully ingulfied in the tales of dragons and knights in shining armour you heard a soft groan emerge from the woods.
It could just be an animal or the wind.
Paying no heade to it you turned back to the book.
But the soft wailing persisted only getting more dreadful as time passed.
You were at a distance from the palace so it wasn't as if you could call for help.
The wailing of pains persistence behind you sounding like an injured animal begging to be put out of its misery.
The least you could do was give it a painless and Swift end.
That's what your father the king had thought you to be kind even while faced with adversities.

Clutching your dagger you ventured into the woods expecting to see an injured animal only to be met with an angel.
His skin gleamed in the light that entered through the tall forest trees.
Dispite being covered in blood and muck he still looked other worldly.
His eyes were closed and his breath laboured in pain.
Hands clutching a gaping would in his abdomen.
You hesitantly closed the distance between him and you.
Acting quickly tearing off a piece of your gown to apply pressure onto the would using the rest of the fine cloth to wrap around him to stop the bleeding at first he tried to push you away.
He had lost to much strength from bleeding that his protests barely affected your mission of helping him.
Once you were done wrapping the bandage around him you sat him up resting his back onto a tree telling him to wait as you would call for help.
He gingerly opened his eyes taking in your features his hand outstretched weakly trying to reach out to yours as if to tell you not to leave me here alone. You gave him a reassuring smile promising him that you would be back.

He gave up any more protest as he watched you make your way into the woods.
In search of the iron Smiths cabin who lived nearby. The old man had know you since you were a child and had often kept a watchful eye over you during your secret trips into the forest as he was loyal to your father.
At times he would show you around the woods teaching you about the ways of the land the plants used to heal and the ones used to poison.
You would often pay him a visit before you left leaving behind a baked treat that you had nicked from the royal kitchen in exchange for the knowledge he imparted onto you.
But truth be told he would do it for free as he loved you as one of his own.

So you could only imagine the terror on his face when he saw you covered in blood with your dress in tatters.
His hands already grabbing an axe ready to chop off the head of the man who dare lay a hand on his princess.
Only when you explained the whole situation in detail did he calm down. Following you as you lead the way to the injured man in the woods.

Grabbing the handsome man a taking him into the his cabin he was quiet impressed by your handy work he had taught you well.
The wound was dressed expertly and the herbal balm of roughly crushed leaves you had made in a hurry had managed to stop the bleeding.
He assured you that the man would live and advised you to return to the palace before the night came.
You took his advice leaving the man in the expert care of the smith.

Venturing back into the palace were you were a bird in a golden cage.
That day as you lay awake in bed your thoughts were clouded with the images of the man in the forest did he make it out alive or had the forest claimed another.