Yandere Prince X Magical Reader

Purple and silver

「 Purple Tulips are a symbol of Royalty.
But they may also mean: To be in love forever; Eternal love. 」

Your eyes fluttered open to the sound of birds chirping. Which was unfamiliar, as usually the boys would wake you in the morning.

The unfamiliarity only continued, as you noticed that you were covered in soft white sheets.
And the air smelled like butter and syrup.

You sat up in your bed, now noticing that your door had been left open.
Deciding that you'd like a few more minutes of sleep, you get up to close the door.

Or, you would have if something hadn't suddenly yanked on the back of your shirt when you moved.
You turned to see a hand sleepily gripping the back of your shirt. That hand belonged to a sleeping Prince, who lie in your bed.

You felt as the groggyness rapidly faded, and you quickly realize that you had slept beside him all night.

His grip on your shirt was so tight, was he holding something in his dream? You awkwardly attempt to pry his hand from your shirt.

The movement causes him to stir, and slowly his grey eyes flutter open. Still holding your shirt, he rubs his tired eyes.
He looks over to you and smiles “Good morning, (Y/N).”

“G-Good morning.”

He sits up, letting go of your shirt. He stretches, showing that his night shirt doesn't quite fit him properly, as it's a bit big. Surely a Prince wouldn't keep ill-fitting clothes though, right?
…
Wait.
That stain on the sleeve.
That’s your dad's shirt!

“Where did you get that?!” You ask, pointing at the shirt.

He looks surprised, but follows your gesture.
“Ah, the shirt?” He asks curiously, with a slight tilt of his head.
“Yes! The shirt! Where did you get it?!”
He was a bit taken aback by your sudden shouting.

“My clothing was being washed, so one of the sheep said I could wear this.” He said, a slight bit of worry on his features.

“If your own clothing is clean, please remove it and return it.” You say, holding out your hand.

He lightly ruffles his hair and walks away towards the door without answering, leaving you with your arm outstretched.
“Grimm, is my clothing dry yet?” He calls out to the Butler.

“Not yet Your Highness.”
The Prince turned back to you.
“How about breakfast while we wait?”

Grimm placed two plates on the table for you and the Prince.
He gave a slight bow before leaving the room, presumably to check the state of the clothes.

You looked at the plates.
Pancakes, syrup and all.
You looked at the Prince, who was cutting into his meal.

'For everything that is good in the world, don't let him get syrup stains on my dad's shirt!'
You watched nervously as he ate, cringing at every sticky drop that came close to the fabric.

He stopped and looked at you after noticing that you were watching him, a light blush graced his cheeks.
He cleared his throat.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” He asked.
“Ah, right.”