━━━━━ yandere!crown prince x 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!transmigrated!reader
↳ A coma sends Y/n to another world; and to his terror, it's none other than an otome game! Luckily, he's a mere side character-the supportive, gentle brother of the female lead. Y/n's only...
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There is a great fuss about his appearance before Y/n goes out; throwing the manor into a fit of chaos. It's too much, Y/n thinks to himself, slowly becoming weary and exhausted, for god's sake, it's just a date! Y/n finds himself getting unceremoniously woken up at the crack of dawn to have a long bath (scented with lavender, a small detail he really doesn't need to know) and then finds his hair being pulled in different directions. It doesn't help that Livio has long hair.
Though I suppose I'm rather fortunate to have such a face like his, Y/n thinks absentmindedly, I guess that's why the maids are going crazy. Maybe it is also a matter of who he is going with. The person in question is the Crown Prince, so it makes sense for the maids to want him to look his absolute best.
"We want casual, since it's a festival, but not too casual," Agatha, the head maid, frowns. "Young Master, which color does the prince like?" She lifts up a blue dress shirt, followed by a black one. "Wearing a black one on such a hot day might not be too wise."
"The sun hasn't even risen up yet," Y/n grouches, yawning. "I don't know. Just pick one."
You'll look good in any color, Livio, the prince has told him once.
"The white one, then," Agatha decides. "Something plain. Your features are good enough, and we don't want to make it seem like you are trying too hard. If you get what I mean—I have loads of dating experience. But to think you are dating the crown prince, does His Highness treat you well?"
"Huh? Right. He does," Y/n replies, still disoriented and confused by the flurry of motion around him—"wait, are you tying my hair up?"
"Don't you always put it up?"
"Well, yes, but just a messy hairstyle—"
"Trust me."
Y/n listens to those words in disbelief, staring at the mirror. His hair is being twisted into some version of a glorified ponytail—was that a braid peeking out from a small corner? Other maids fuss around him, smoothing out his clothes to make sure they aren't wrinkled, before standing back to admire their handiwork.
"You look wonderful," Agatha says admiringly. "How lucky your father is to have such a handsome son. I myself don't have any children, but how proud I would be!" She gushes.
Before the incident, no one would dare to speak to him in such a way. Yet after the incident spreads over to others' ears—what do you suppose the crown prince said? Ah, how exciting! I never expected the young master to be so—the servants working in the manor warm up considerably to Y/n. A blessing in disguise, if you will—who knows if Y/n will ever need that loyalty one day? Come to think of it, Iris hasn't appeared for quite some time...
"Brother!"
Y/n turns around, eyes widening in awe—"Angelina," he smiles, "you look wonderful today. May I ask who your date is?"
