Devils in Disguise (possessive royals x reader)

21 Sick Pretend

Michiaki let you inside his bedroom so that you could take a look - it was as big as your whole house in the village alone. A massive bed stood in the corner of two walls, with tall, soft pillows and a blanket. There was a wardrobe on the other side and a few shelves with thick, heavy books. There was no table and you assumed it must've been in the study. There was also a long window framing one wall.

Your eyes trailed over the room's features, all grandiose and portentous, and stopped on the Throne Heir, watching as he unruffled the perfectly folded blanket atop his bed. The beddings now looked as if someone had just gotten up from them.

"Alright, go get some towel from the washroom and soak it in cold water. When my tutor arrives, just keep it in your hand to make my fever more believable," he instructed you. He had everything figured out to perfection and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. It was funny he tried this hard, but also sad, not being able to get a breath of fresh air in between his princely duties.

You scurried to the bathroom and didn't even give yourself the chance to admire the luxuriously equipped room as you opened the first cabinet, looking for some towels. There were a couple in the bottom drawer. Taking one small out, you dipped it into the marble sink and let cold water run all over it until your fingers were freezing.

Then you wrung out the rest of the water to make sure it didn't drip anywhere on the floor and returned back to the dark haired prince. He was already settled in his bed, although still in that button up and pants he wore as everyday attire instead of pyjamas.

You were about to tell him it's going to get all wrinkly if he lays in it like that when he raised both hands up towards his face, silencing the words on your tongue.

And just as he slapped his cheeks - very loudly - presumably to get some redness to his face, a knock echoed throughout the rooms.

Clutching the towel in your left hand, you walked out of his bedroom into the leisure room and opened the door leading into the corridor. A man about the same age as Alexander, the Heir's personal servant, came to view - only he had a little more grey in his hair and a little more balding spots on the sides and forehead than Alexander. He wore a brown blazer and had a book in one hand, ink and pen in the other.

The tutor gave you a tight lipped smile. "Hello, you must be the new maid."

You gave him a little curtsy since you weren't sure how noble this man was and nodded. "Yes, I'm Y/n. It's a pleasure to meet you," you replied politely.

He nodded back and instead of telling you his name, tried to enter the room. You quickly moved in front of him to halt his step. Your eyes widened themselves involuntarily as you lied, "I'm sorry, but the prince is unable to take a lesson right now. He has quite a high fever and needs to rest." To aid your lie, you lifted the cold towel slightly towards the tutor. A droplet of water ran down your wrist and fell onto the wooden floor.

He raised an eyebrow at you. "Shouldn't a doctor be with him, then? Why is a simple maid taking care of him?"

Ignoring the edge in his voice, you answered as calmly as you could, "the doctor has seen him already and ordered him to rest. He sent for medicine. I'm here to watch over him in the meantime. Oh!" You remembered and fished in your pocket. "I've got the doctor's prescription here as well, if you want to see." You offered him the little piece of paper that the 'doctor' had supposedly written for Michiaki.

The man, still standing in the doorway, moved his ink bottle and pen into his other hand which was already holding a book, balancing the two atop the cover, and took the slip of paper with his free hand to inspect it.

It seemed plausible enough for him for in the end, he said, "okay, but I'd appreciate it if next time someone informed me sooner."

You eagerly nodded at him and apologized at the same time. "Yes, of course, I'm sorry, it's just that the doctor has just left-"