Altissian Princess | Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

II: Mission

~2nd POV~(i will be writing in this POV more often.)

You walked out of the meeting room with stiff shoulders and a broken back. Springs of the bed were heard as you cannonballed down. It was currently 5:09, the meeting was considered Hell to you.

"Mew!" A grey cat pawed the window, a small scroll dangling on its paw.

"Aw~ Aurum!" You opened the window ajar, letting the feline jump in and make itself comfy on one of your many beanbags in the room. You walked over to the cat, handling the scroll carefully knowing it was from King Regis.

The Lucis Caelum family had a special way of sending messages to you and your father. As the heir, you were chosen to forward most messages to your father than Aurum.

You opened then scroll and read the insides.

"Y/N, I trust you in bringing my son safely to your home city, Altissia for you have the best skills of doing so. I wish for you to start the day after your assassination plot. I apologize for the short notice, but please note to your father about this.
                        
                   Your's truly,
                              Regis Lucis Caelum"

"Quite interesting, my king." You muttered quietly. Time was ticking, signaling the ball being held soon. "Wisp? I will be needing help with my dress."

Wisp soon appeared before you, on one knee presenting herself. Her dark blue hair was combed back into a ponytail, her spectacles being replaced with dark shades. Her usual grey suit was now a dark black, her heels changed into flats.

"Of course, your majesty." Her sharp voice accompanied her features, reminding you of the Prince's very own adviser. Wisp stood and snapped her right hand, the dark red dress appearing before your figure, towering over you.

You took off your casual dress and the corset was handed to you with invisible  hands. Now, you may be wondering how this is happening, dear Reader. Well Wisp is actually a long lost spirit.

She was banned from the spiritual gates about 1,000 years ago, so she searched for work in a palace. Only work in a palace, as the rest of the public would question her being.

Back to the main story, the corset was wrapped around your petite figure. Your nerves started up even with it being gently laid.

"I will start the process of tying now, Lady Y/N."

"Of course."

The first set of the lace going into the holes was okay, not major but it was still uncomfortable. The second set was when it started to get really uncomfortable.

Many "Nghs" and "Ughs" were heard as you flailed helplessly under Wisp's hands. A loud scream emitted from your throat when actually tying.

"AGGGHHH!" The scream sent a body guard banging on the framed door shouting if you were okay and asking Wisp what happened. "The young lady is fine, but do stand next to the door just in case!" Wisp responded back.

A salute was heard as the sentry leaned against the wall. The palace walls weren't really soundproof these lonely days.

Your S/C skin started to turn red with the heat under the corset, your insides running up your throat. "This. Is. Physical. Abuse!"
You squeaked out. Boy, did it really feel like physical abuse.