A female reader x Yandere Frost Prince
A Twisted Wonderland Yandere tale
Y/n was simply an ordinary teenager who, unfortunately, had to suffer from abuse their whole life. From having to deal with an abusive father, to living with a paralyzed mother...
* "Out in the quiet hiss of the night. You can dream memories."
** Revontulet Palace
Once upon a time, within the frosted halls of the Winter Palace of Revontulet, a young maid hurried through the corridors, her boots clicking sharply against the polished ice floors. The cold air clung to her breath, but she didn't stop—until a familiar voice rang out behind her.
"Y/n Blanche!"
The call rang out sharply behind her. The maid skidded to a stop, heart skipping a beat, and turned on her heel. A bead of sweat slid down her temple as she responded.
"Yes, Mrs. Schariac?"
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Mrs. Schariac released a dramatic sigh, puffing out her cheeks. "Must I remind you again to just call me Viola? You make me sound ancient."
"But you are married," Y/n teased, grinning sheepishly. "And you're the head maid of the main palace. It's only right to show respect."
"Only recently married, mind you!" Viola huffed, folding her arms with mock offense. "Anyway, why are you in such a hurry? Don't tell me... our young lady slipped away again?"
Y/n exhaled with an almost comical mix of exhaustion and frustration. "Yes. She did. I was escorting her to the Frozen Throne Room to observe the Marquis's trial before Her Majesty the Queen. But just as we were about to enter... poof. She vanished the moment Lord Isfrid arrived to greet us."
"Oh dear," Viola said, chuckling behind her hand. "Sounds like you've had an exciting afternoon."
Y/n sulked, her shoulders drooping. "I have this awful feeling that Lord Isfrid was in on it, too."
Viola raised a curious brow. "Oh? What makes you think that?"
"I heard him laughing the moment I ran off to look for Lady Lumielle," she muttered, rubbing her temples in frustration. "That sly bastard!"
Viola's smile twitched into something between amusement and disbelief. "You're probably the only person in this palace who could get away with calling him that and live to tell the tale."
"You really think so?" Y/n asked, tilting her head. "I always thought he treated me like every other servant."
'He clearly has a soft spot for you,' Viola thought to herself with a knowing smile. As she turned her head, something outside the window caught her eye—a gathering of palace animals huddled peacefully in one spot. Her expression lit up. "Y/n, I think we've found our little sleeping beauty."
