Cinderella Story [Wriothesley x Reader]

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Her name is no title,

it shows her disgrace;

in cinder and ashes,

all dirty the face.

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The first one of your memories from last night that immediately came to you as you awoke was the one about your brother. Even though you took a few moments to organize the thoughts in your head, the image of his lifeless body was burnt into the back of your mind.

You shot up into a sitting position. The blood being pushed through your veins resonated loudly inside of your head. You had to check on him, to make sure he was alright!

Without wasting another moment more you threw the blanket to the side, quickly grabbed some simple clothes, put them on and then left your bedroom.

When standing outside you realized that you had no idea what the time was and where he would be at the moment. Guessing by the sounds of the maids coming from downstairs and the brightness of the sun, it wasn't too early in the morning. You had likely overslept. No wonder, with everything that had happened yesterday. But at least, it being late meant that Jonas would probably be awake. The first place to check was obviously his bedroom, the second one was downstairs as you remembered how George had carried him into the living room.

You turned to the left. Jonas' bedroom was at the other end of the hallway. With timid steps you walked over to his door and stood in front of it for a few moments. Then you knocked and waited.

No answer.

You knocked a second time, still giving him some time to react, should he be in the room, but again there was nothing. You felt slight fear crawling down your spine, even though him just not being in his room didn't have to mean anything. After another unsuccessful try you just opened the door to check. You almost regretted it as a stench furiously attacked your nose. The room was half-dark since the curtains were not closed all the way. It was a mess. Jonas did not like maids coming into his room to clean and it showed. Dirty clothes, dishes and glass bottles were lying around on the floor as well as on all the furniture.

Ignoring all the chaos, your eyes immediately went to his bed, to check if he was there. And indeed, there was something underneath the blanket. You just didn't know if it was him.

Trying to breathe as flatly as you could to avoid the stench of sweat and dirt, you walked over there, unsuccessfully trying to only step on the floor and not the things lying around. As you stood in front of the bed, you reached out with your hand. Whatever was under the blanket did indeed feel human, at least. You turned him over. Jonas looked like shit. He had big circles under his eyes and was so pale that his appearance alone shocked you so much that you couldn't even be relieved he was in his bed, breathing.

From your touch and from being turned on his back, he finally seemed to wake up. His eyes didn't look much better than the rest of him, blood shot and watery, but at least there was life in them.

"Jonas?" you asked him carefully, as to not startle him.

"The fuck do you want?" he grumbled, still not completely awake.

"I just wanted to check on you," you told him. "What happened last night? I thought you were dead!"

"What are you talking about?" He pushed your hand that was still resting on his shoulder away. "Nothing happened last night."