Devils in Disguise (possessive royals x reader)

20 The Heir's Plan

At dinner the previous night, you agreed to be the maid of Michiaki next. Should you call it being a maid anymore, though? Now that you knew they really were just paying you to be a friend, companion? Damn, you'd do that for free.

Maid was the official position you were given, so you might as well call it that, no matter how far it lay from the truth. Besides, you still could do some maid-worth things for them, like... like... helping them choose their outfits.

After making yourself presentable after the night's sleep, you stood in front of the door that joined your and Masashi's room together, contemplating whether you should knock and ask where his older brother's room was or just leave and wander through the palace, hoping to meet a servant that would give you the directions.

Before you could actually do anything - both knocking or just leaving - the answer was decided for you by a servant knocking on your door.

"Miss Y/n? I came to escort you to our Heir's room," came his voice from behind the door. You quickly scurried to the door and opened it to be met with an older man dressed in a suit, like the other servants. He was standing upright with his hands interlocked behind his back, gray strands contrasting in his otherwise dark hair. Wrinkles creased his face when he gave you a court smile. "You may call me Alexander." He stretched out his hand to you.

"Y/n," you introduced yourself even though you clearly knew that he knew who you were, and shook his hand.

"My pleasure," he replied politely.

"Likewise," you said to his back since he had already turned around, beginning to walk away into the depths of the palace.

Letting yourself trail behind him, you wondered how long he worked here for. He carried an elegance with himself, as if he wasn't only a mere servant obliged to serve and fulfill tasks. His step was sure and confident, strong even despite his older age.

As if hearing your thoughts, he spoke, "I've been working for this family for around fifty years now. I remember all the princes when they were only little newborns. They were already handsome when each of them was born. Don't tell them this, though, or they won't stop nagging," he threw a playful glance at you over his shoulder. "I suppose you can think of me as our Heir's main servant. I used to watch over him as a little kid all the time." Even though you could only see his back since he walked ahead of you, the smile in his voice was heard loud and clear. "I'm basically like his second father," he admitted, still smiling. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped and turned in his track. You almost fell on him as you rapidly stopped yourself. The smile on his face vanished and he got on a more serious note.

"Let me make one thing sure: if you do anything to our prince Michiaki, hurt him in any way, displease him, make him disturbed, I'll personally throw you out of here and ban you from ever entering this city again, understood?"

"Yes," you said, your voice small and feeble. You willed yourself not to shake from the menacing words of this man.

As if that one word of agreement was all he needed, he knocked on the door to his left and called out, "my prince? Miss Y/n is here."

"You can let her in!" the prince shouted from inside.

Alexander opened the door and stood aside, letting you in. When you stepped inside the room, he reached for the doorknob again and the door closed with a soft thud.

"Good morning?" you greeted no one in particular as the prince was nowhere to be seen. The room you found yourself in seemed only as an entrance room, a hallway of sorts - it was not like Masashi's, with a huge bed that could be seen right after entering. There was no bed in this room, only a sofa piled with soft, fluffy cushions and pillows, a mahogany table in front of it whose legs looked like lion's paws, a piano in one corner of the room and a cabinet full of glasses for all sorts of alcoholic beverages nooked in the other. There were two more doors in the opposite walls of the room as well.