Vanossgaming X Reader - Fairytale Princess

Chapter 1 - Fussy Princess Y/n

Y/n's POV
I sat on the armrests of my father's throne, suffering from boredom. Maybe jumping out the window and risking death could be fun...

My royal assistant knocked me out of my thoughts of flying out the window with a cough. "Yes, Mark?" I nodded over to him. He stumbled over to me and pulled me down. "Ma'am... you father wishes to speak with you." Me muttered. I huffed, patting Mark and running to the dining hall. Of course, I found him to be scoffing down a full lamb. "Father?" I raised an eyebrow at the pig infront of me. "Oh! Yes, sorry, Y/n. I have something for you." He swallowed the last of the lamb and led me to my room.

"This isn't like the time where you filled my room with male strippers, is it, daddy?" I rolled my eyes. "... We do not speak of that day, my child. Anyway, it's in there." He motioned for me to open the door, having me open it silently. I was careful to make sure nothing would scurry under my feet as I stepped inside.

I saw a scroll on my f/c velvety bed, reading through it I gasped. "Father! You.... Why?" I growled. "Y/n, you cannot handle your own out there! Since you a teddy to go out so often, I decide to get you a protector." He stated. "Father, I can handle my own, you saw how I handled Townley!" I protested. "No. I do not wish to risk you dying out there, on your own." Father spoke softly. "I do not need a bodyguard!" I yelled.

"Hush, child. He will be here until the..... they leave." Father mumbled. "They are WEAK, father. I could handle them all--" I was cut off. "CHILD! DO NOT ARGUE WITH YOU FATHER." His voice bounced off the walls of my room. "He will be here shortly." He calmed down, walking out of my room. I sighed, deciding to get out of my undergarments. I fumbled through my closet, finding a regular f/c trench coat. I slipped it over my black undershirt and black leggings.

"Hmph. If he thinks I can't handle myself, he's wrong." I muttered. I took a knife belt and my sharp cutlasses and slid down the palace walls. I wasn't improving on my climbing and such, and still not the best in combat. I was light on my feet and yet, not the best with swords or assassin junk. I can't even swing a cutlass if I tried. I own one, only for the soul purpose of intimidating others.

I pulled the uncomfortable lather hood over my h/c hair and tied a plain black cloth over my mouth. I could talk to my friends for a short while, I guess. We have been friends for a reasonable amount of time, and I believe I could trust him.

"Jack?!" I yelled out, earning only the rustle of leaves as a response. "Come out, boy!" I yelped. He still didn't show himself, much to my discomfort. I walked along the path to his house, hoping he was at home. I saw a green head of hair flinging daggers at a large scarecrow. "Jackaboy!" I cheered, running over to him. "I'm gonna camp out here, away from dad for a while." I sat down beside him. "Why?" His Irish accent rang out. I began explaining it to him in detail.

Vanoss's POV

I followed the gravel road to the palace gates, watching them open slowly and seeing King Gerald walk out to greet me. "Hello, Vanoss." He nodded at me. "Good day, King Gerald. How may I be of service?" I bowed in the presence of the king. I had thieved his kingdom a few times, but he doesn't need to know that.

"You shall watch over my daughter, from dawn till dusk." He frowned. I felt my eyebrow raise under my hood. "And why am I this necessary for protecting a child?" I questioned. "She isn't a... a 'child' anymore. She surely acts as one, I'm afraid. She is a stubborn girl." He sighed. "Well, I shall take care of her, I guess." I saluted him and let him escort me to her room. "Dear?" He knocked on the door. Alas, nobody answered. "Open, please." He knocked one more. Still earning no response, he got frustrated.

"I'm coming in, honey." He opened the door, only to be met with an eerie silence. "... That girl." He muttered, walking to the window. "She most likely is with her friend, he is trustworthy." He sighed. "Would you like me to hunt her down?" I asked politely. "No, you shall stay and await her arrival." He answered. I sighed, nodding. Already she's gotten chaotic and I haven't even met her.

I ... Yeah.
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