Broken Blade [Yandere Prince x Reader]

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛: 𝐴 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝐿𝑒𝑎𝑓

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Y/n L/n, Welding Apprentice

The man's execution was quick and public, the guards beat him bloody and Prince Larkyn took his head. There was something about seeing another human in so much pain that almost made you squirm, almost. Because of him, who knows how many people were killed or maimed? It made your blood boil, the brutality bystanders faced for simply existing.

What truly frightened you was the feeling of satisfaction, while the light left the traitor's eyes. You liked to believe that you were a good and just person. Would an honorable person enjoy seeing another person die? Sir Finn had surely taken lives in the name of battle, was he not honorable?

Shaking your head you tried to focus on packing your bag, not that there was much to pack anyway. But everything you had brought, you needed the most no matter how mundane. Clothes, knives, letter material, a small flask from your Father. As the door creaked open Fitz John entered "L/n, his Highness is requesting your presence in the armor room". With a small nod, you left the bag and followed him out.

"Well done with finding the traitor" Fitz casually mentioned. Wait what, did he compliment me?! You visibly lit up at his words. "You still have a long way to go in proving yourself loyal to the crown L/n" There it is, how much more do I have to prove..

"Prince Larkyn" You bowed, as did Fitz. "You can leave us be I need L/n's expertise with my sword–I might have dented it on that bastard's neck" Prince Larkyn said in a monotone voice. Hmm, I imagine he'd be boasting about killing the traitor, perhaps his growing responsibility is now weighing on him.

Prince Larkyn handed you his sword, his fingers lightly brushing yours.

Immediately you felt the edge of the blade. Long and sharp, shining steel of the highest quality. There was no way Sir Finn would let you handle it yet. The handle is made of gold with streaks of black metal, bejeweled and sparkling. Around the tip, you felt the slightest disturbance in the blade. For him to notice this, the Prince must spend a lot of time inspecting his blade. "You really do have a passion for welding weaponry" Prince Larkyn noted, pulling you out of your thoughts. Your face warmed at his words "I suppose that's true".

"I plan to use you as my guide" He stated unflinchingly. "We'll have to be subtle, no other traitors to the realm or untrustworthy people can know about the cure. Which is why when we get to Village Mora you'll be our only point of contact". You nodded your head and expected him to say more. But Prince Larkyn merely sighed, running a hand through his dark golden locks.

Stepping forward you did something bold "Your Highness, I-are you okay" You clumsily asked. A flash of anger crossed his face, as you expected a harsh remark. Before he laughed "Now that is a foolish question" He stepped closer as you instinctively leaned back. "Why would you even ask me that–even after everything?" But it seemed like he was really asking himself that question. A look of realization crossed his face "You care" Gobsmacked, You tried to figure out a response.

"I truly do not understand you Y/n" Prince Larkyn remarked, with a thoughtful expression.

"I also have a difficult time understanding myself most days" You awkwardly chuckled.

"How so?" He observed, while You looked at him in slight surprise. "Well..My mother died when I was a babe and I only had the guidance of my Father, till I met Sir Finn. My Father means well but he wants me to be someone else..." You said. Rarely would you open up like this, especially to someone from the royal family. It felt less vulnerable given everything you had gone through with the Prince.

"I see" Prince Larkyn simply noted.

We've officially made it a whole chapter without Larkyn being a dick to Y/n 🫶🏽