Devils in Disguise (possessive royals x reader)

14 The Rest Of The Royals

The dinner took place in the biggest hall in the palace which you had seen so far.

Walls and pillars supporting the high ceilings above with elaborate carvings, long windows stretching all over one side of the hall let in warm, golden sunlight as the sun was setting.

Everything had been prepared already when you arrived with Masashi, the prince whose employee you now were - he waited for you in your modest room while you changed in your bathroom into a dress he chose for you and walked there together - and the King, the Queen and the rest of his brothers were all seated and chatting together.

The table was long, reaching the other end of the hall with ease, and although delicately embroidered fabric covered the whole lot of it, barely a fifth of the table's lenght was actually put to use as of now, with only a handful of people - the King, the Queen and their sons - seated at one end. There were vivid flowers arranged in vases and candles flickering with colored flames, making the room smell soft and gentle.

The cups in front of them had already been filled for the people present, the rest of the beverage remaining on the table in a bottle waiting to be poured into the remaining two cups of you and Masashi.

The King and the Queen were seated at the head of the table, by each other. They were holding themselves up with grace and security that could not be mimicked by anyone else in the room, and even despite the fact that their chairs were at the same elevation as every other and the fact that the Queen was a little shorter than the rest of people present at the table, both of them looked to be higher than anyone else. There was an even stronger aura of commandery and power about them than what you felt surrounded Masashi, whose power now seemed drastically less intense in comparison.

Along one side, by the King's corner, sat a head of dark brown hair, wearing an expression of slight puzzlement while looking over at you, visibly raising an eyebrow as the seated male cast a look at his brother who was standing next to you.

Next to him was a familiar face that brightened as he lay his eyes on you, icy blue eyes piercing you and sending warmth across your skin. He had his pale yellow hair, usually let loose to hang above his shoulders freely, tied together in a bun on the back of his neck. He subtly waved at you, to which you tried to wave back just as subtly, although you doubted you managed it as well as he.

Opposite of the two was another head you did not recognize, although you could not see more than the tip of his hair - floating white, since the long back of the chair hid the person away.

From your side, the second oldest prince cleared his throat. “Mother, Father,” he addressed his royal parents, “this is Y/n. She is my new personal maid, and I wish for her to eat with us.” You bowed as he mentioned you, deeming it proper manners.

He was so much more polite and respectful now. It was almost weird to see this other, different persona of his, unfamiliar and not going with his usual demeanor at all.

You had not realized your heart was beating that fast until the King nodded at his son as a sign of acceptance, not questioning his intention further by any means. Simply, he waved a hand at a servant waiting standing by a wall, and he came scurrying over to pull a chair from the table for you, while another did so for the prince you arrived with.

You sat between Masashi and his white haired brother, opposite of Yu.

“Aki, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is Michiaki, my oldest brother,” the raven head said, motioning at the throne heir. His brown hair was complimented by eyes of dark green or blue - you were not sure as sometimes, the light they seemed to catch reflected off of the shiny, polished cups and plates seemed to glint a forest green while as he'd turn his head slightly, the hue would change to an oceanic blue. He smiled at you, despite not having looked very enthusiastic about your presence, the smile crooking the skin around his eyes that made he appear happier and youthful.