Fyodor x Reader

-Intro-

In a small village, you lived a life that was once filled with joy and laughter. Your mother Yuki, a kind and gentle soul, had passed away when you were only ten years old, leaving you heartbroken and alone with your father.
John, in his grief, remarried a woman,Lila, who brought her own daughter, Annalise, into the family. At first, you tried to welcome your new stepmother and stepsister, hoping to find some semblance of the family she had lost.
But as the years passed, it became clear that your father and stepmother favored your stepsister, leaving you feeling increasingly isolated and neglected. Your father, once a loving and attentive parent, seemed to have forgotten your existence in his effort to appease his new wife.
 He would spend his evenings in the living room with Lila and Annalise, leaving you to dine alone in the kitchen or your small, sparsely furnished room. The warm, familial dinners you once cherished were now a distant memory.

As time went on, Lila and Annalise's treatment towards you worsened. They began to treat you like one of the maids, giving you a list of chores that seemed to grow longer each day. You were tasked with sweeping the floors, washing the dishes, tending to the garden, and even mending clothes. Despite the unfair treatment, you kept your head down and obeyed, hoping that compliance would prevent further conflict.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of chores, you overheard a conversation between Lila and Annalise as you passed by the living room.

"Mother, why does Y/n still live with us? She's nothing but a burden!" Annalise complained, her voice dripping with disdain.

"Hush, Annalise." Lila replied. "Your father feels obligated to keep her here, but mark my words, we'll find a way to rid ourselves of her soon enough."

The words stung, but you held back your tears and retreated to her room. You knew she had no one to confide in and no place to escape. Your only solace came from the memories of your mother and the occasional moments of peace you found while tending to the garden.
The following morning, you were in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Lila walked in, her expression stern.

"Y/n, why isn't Annalise's dress ironed yet? She has an important gathering today," Lila snapped.

"I'm sorry, I was just about to do it after finishing breakfast." you replied softly.

"Excuses, excuses. Annalise always comes first. Don't forget your place." Lila retorted, her voice cold.

You lowered her head and continued your tasks, a knot forming in your stomach. You loved your father dearly, but he had changed since marrying Lila. He spent most of his time doting on her Annalise, leaving you to fend for yourself.

Later that day, you were in the garden, tending to the flowers your old mother had planted. Annalise approached, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Why do you even bother with these flowers? No one cares about them," Annalise said, her tone dripping with disdain.

"They remind me of my mom." Y/n replied quietly, trying to keep her emotions in check.

"Well, Mother says they're a waste of space. You should listen to her for once." Annalise said, turning on her heel and walking away.
Your days were filled with such interactions, each one chipping away at your spirit. You were treated more like a servant than a member of the family, expected to cater to Annalise's every whim while receiving little to no appreciation in return.
One evening, your father called you into his study. You entered hesitantly, noting the serious expression on his face.

"Y/n, we need to talk." he began, his voice devoid of warmth. "Lila and I have made a decision regarding your future."

Your heart raced. You had a feeling this conversation was not going to end well for you.

"We've arranged for you to marry Fyodor." her father continued. "He's the prince. It's a great honor and opportunity for our family."

You were stunned. You had heard of Prince Fyodor as a reclusive and cruel figure known for his intelligence and somber demeanor. The idea of marrying someone you had never met, especially under these circumstances, was terrifying.

"But I... I don't know him.." You stammered, trying to find the right words.

"You don't need to know him. This marriage will secure our family's future. You will do as you're told." he replied sharply.

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you knew there was no use arguing. Your fate had been decided without your consent, just as so many other aspects of your life had been controlled by your father and stepmother.
In the days leading up to your departure, your interactions with your family grew colder. Lila and Annalise seemed almost gleeful at the prospect of you leaving, making snarky comments whenever they had the chance.

"Finally, you'll be out of our hair!" Annalise sneered one afternoon. "I hope Prince Fyodor enjoys having a maid for a wife." she laughs

You bit your lip, refusing to give Annalise the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You just focused on getting ready for when you'll move.