Big Book O' Mother Oneshots

My royal pain:A Medieval AU with Knight! Claus X Royal! Reader

-In the P.O.V. of You-  

I wake up to the smell of my servant, (enemy's name), burning my breakfast. Oh how being Royal is a pain.

"Seriously!? Again (enemy's name)!?" I screamed from my plush, Queen fit bed.

(enemy's name) is easily picked as the worst servant to ever live. In my opinion (he/she/they) should be beheaded on the spot, but alas, I am only a (prince/princess (according to sex)). 

Don't even start on how annoying being royal is, you have so many standards to live up to and you can't do anything about it. You are assigned everything from the moment you are born. Your life, your gender, your spouse, everything! It's totally not pretty-making. (if anyone got that reference I will love you forever)

I climb out from the bed and call for my (maid/butler), (friend's name), to help me get ready. (Friend's name) is probably the only good thing that has happened in being royal. (their pronouns) (is/are) so nice, accepting and understanding of me like no one else, I feel like I can be honest with (their pronouns) and tell (their pronouns) everything.

"Good morning (your name). Did thou sleep alright?" (friend's name) politely questioned.

"Yes (friend's name), simply heavenly." I responded with a huff.

"Why so down? Is it thy breakfast? Because that is most definitely no-"

"It's (Prince Travis/Princess Ana(choose opposite of your sex)). I mean (he/she)'s cute, just not, you know." I interrupted with a sigh.

"Your type. I understand (my lord/m'lady)." (their pronouns) responded with a happy nod.

I smiled with worry, "What will I do (their title) (friend's last name)? I simply cannot marry them. Oh the pains of being royal!" I groan and fall back onto my bed in distress.

(friend's name) frowned, "I'm sorry (your name), it has already been predestined for thee. Thy kingdoms must unite through marriage. If thou were bornth into a different class, it would be different."

I then got a brilliant idea and perked up with a grin, "Oh (friend's name)! That is marvelous! Simply, utterly, marvelous!"

(friend's name) cocked (their pronouns) head in confusion, "Did I say something (your pronouns)?"

"I can goeth into the village as a serf!" I announced proudly. 

"(your full birth name)! Have thou honesty gone insane? A serf? Moreover, it is simply not safe. No place'th for a royal."

"(friend's name)!" I wined, disappointed in her response. I thought it was a good idea...

"No way, not without a knight by thee." (their pronouns) said with a grin and wink, then mouthed, 'Go ahead."

I released a happy gasp and smiled. "Thank you (Sir/Ma'am/Misser)!" I whispered.

(their pronouns) bowed and handed me a bland, ragged, brown cloak from my oversized wardrobe. 

As I slipped it on, (friend's name) returned with Knight Claus. He bore a serious look on his gorgeously tanned face. Those bright, blue eyes ripping into my soul.

"Duke Claus will side with thou while thou stay in the village. I will keepeth them off thy track for as long as possible." (friend's name) explained with a smile. 

Claus only nodded.

I smiled brighter than ever, "Thank thee (friend's name), Claus! I just need to escape this royal life, horribly."