Yandere Prince X Magical Reader

A Princesses' approval

"What is this?.." Missandra asks.
You can hear her questioning voice quake slightly.
Her head was hung low, causing shadows to fall on her face, concealing her eyes.

"Its.."
Your voice wavered with uncertainty.
What do you say?
Unable to think on your feet in the moment, your mouth refuses to form any words at all.
The room falls into a heavy silence.
Its practically deafening.

Is she angry? Sad?
What if she starts to cry?
Will she scream for her brother?
...
What would he do if she did?

Forced into action, your body finally cooperates. You take a step towards the Princess, willing your mouth to move as well.
With a soft tone, you try and reason with her.
"Missandra, its not-"

"I understand.."
Her voice quiet and shaky.
You're still unable to make out her facial expression as she continues.
"You're not really meant for this kind of place.."
She turns her head away from you, obviously trying to hide her face even more.
"Its harsh here. People are rude, they only care about themselves. Gardens die, people point and laugh when you're hurt, mothers don't love their daughters.." Her small hands grip her skirt so tightly that her arms tremble.
"Pretty on the surface, but the deeper you go, all it is.. Is perfume to mask the smell of garbage!"
"Missandra-" You go to speak without realizing it, but you stop when you see a tear role down her cheek.
"Even I'm that way!" Her voice was muddied by her sobs as more tears spill down her cheeks. Her body quaked and shook as she futily tried holding back her sobs.
"I was so excited to have another girl to talk to, but even then.. Even then I was- I was-!"

She stops as you pull her into an embrace.
"Shh" You try and sooth her. Gently, you rub hand along her back.
Your body had moved without you.
How could it not? A little girl was crying in front of you.
Not because she wasn't getting her way, or because somebody told her no.
But because she was in pain.
Because here, mothers don't love their daughters.

You slowly rock back and forth with her as she holds onto you, her face buried in your chest. She lets herself lay her head on your chest, the weight of her small body becoming more relaxed in your lap. A stray, muffled Hiccup or sniffle still finds its way to your ears, though they're quiet.
She's still trying to hold back her tears.

You move your hand to the top of her head, giving her head a soft rub as you look down at her.
She pulls away and looks up at you with a little sniffle.
"Do you still want to do my hair?" You ask. She lets out a tiny laugh, though its stifled slightly by her now stuffy nose.
"Mhm.. In a little bit.." She lays her head back against your chest before continuing to talk, her voice a bit more muffled now.
"My face is red and gross right now, give me a moment."
You laugh, still lightly rubbing her head.

Just then, the doors open again, this time the Prince steps in with an irate expression.
"How long does it take to-?!"
His expression turns to confusion as he spots the two of you.

You, with your corset messily half-laced and one shoe off, sitting on the floor cradling his teary-eyed little sister.
A tad bit of an odd scene, to say the least.

You quickly hold your finger up to your lips and shush him.
Missandra had a different tactic when it came to her intruding brother.
"how could you just come in without knocking?! What if she was naked? You pervert!"
"Wha-?!" He let's out an exasperated sigh, causing Missandra to giggle at her easily frustrated brother. She was smiling now, but her eyes and cheeks were still red from crying.
She quickly wipes her face and hops up out of your lap, discreetly pushing your bag back under the bed with her foot as she walks around the bed to her brother.
"Big brother! Can you fix her corset while I do her hair?!" She asks, her voice sounding excited as she pulls her brother, who is now turning six shades of red.
"Wh-What?!" He practically shouts.
Her excitement seems to force him to comply, however.

You sit down on the bed, the Prince looking you over.
It didn't take him long to figure out the issue. He let's out a small huff, like that of a worn out parent.
"No wonder the front is messed up, you didn't even do the buttons right." He starts to undo the buttons without warning, causing the dress to slip. You catch it before it falls below your chest, thankfully. As not only would that be embarrassing for you, but you're not sure if the Princes' health would be at risk, should his face turn anymore red.

Missandra is in front of you, doing something to your hair that you, of course, can't see. She drops her smile while her brother isn't looking, sending you a serious look, full of worry.

As she's brushing through your hair, you feel the Prince start to button your dress back up. But he stops halfway.
You feel him purposely, but gently run his hand over the skin of your back. You shiver slightly, due to his hand being cold against your warm skin.
He continues buttoning your dress, making quick work of the task.

"Alright, I'm done here. Now let me see the front."
You turn, allowing him access to the front of the dress.
He begins unlacing everything that you had already done, and Missandra was working on the other side of your hair. Ace's fingers move the lacing like a professional. Though you've never seen him in any clothes that would require that..

"I'm surprised.." You say, watching him work.
"Hm? Surprised about what?" He looks up at you as he inquires, not stopping his task.
"That you're rather good at this." You state, somewhat impressed.

He smiled, more like grinned really.
"I often assisted Missandra get into her dresses when she first started wearing corsets."
You smile at his explanation. He really is a big brother then, isn't he?
"And before that, when I was a young boy, my mother would have me tie up her corsets."
He adjust the fabric a bit before continuing.
"She had maids to take them off, but she always seemed happier on the days where I helped. Though, at my fathers insistence, she stopped asking me."

Without thinking, you say something that perhaps you shouldn't have.
"You and your mother seem to care for each other very much.."
You see the Prince about to respond, but your mouth continues before your brain can tell it to stop.
"I wish I could've bonded with my mother like that.."

The room falls quiet for a moment before Missandra asks.
"Do you and your mother not get along?" Her question was innocent enough, but the Prince got a bit upset.
"Missan-!" "She died in childbirth." You clarified, hoping to sooth the girls curiosity.
Instead, you see her face contort into a look of confusion.
"Died in childbirth? That happens?!" She seemed scared, quickly turning to her brother. "Big brother, I don't want kids anymore!"

"Missandra, that's insensitive!" He scolds her, before hearing you giggle.
"Its fine, really. After all, I have my grandparents."
The Prince let's out a sigh of relief.
Missandra speaks up again "I'm serious though, I don't want babies."
Without missing a beat, the Prince responds.
"Good, no boy will ever be allowed to touch you anyway."
This earns a slightly confused whine from the young girl.

Wow.. He really is an older brother..

All of a sudden, you let out a surprised gasp.
The Prince had gone to adjust the fabric, but in doing so had grabbed your breast.
Though initially confused at your reaction, upon realizing exactly where his hand is, his face turns red and he yanks his hand away, holding it to his chest. "Sorry, I-"
Missandra let's out an overexaggerated gasp, cutting her brother off.
"Pervert!" She shouts, pointing at him.
"I am not! It was a slip of the hand!"
Even his ears were red by now.
"Pervert, pervert!" His sister teased.
"Quiet!" He insisted.

This went on for a moment while you finished the last bit of the corset on your own. Though that was really just tying the ends in a bow and tucking the ends of the ribbon.

Just as you put on your other shoe, you felt a hand grasps your arm and pull you towards the door.
"Let's go.." He sounded irritated but, thankfully, not in any serious way.
Missandra giggles loudly behind the two of you as the Prince closes the door.