A Series of Rune Factory 4 One-shots

My Favorite?(Frey x All Bachelors)

Frey was amazing. Cute, strong, kind, and responsible. She was close with everyone in town, treated everyone like they were special, and everyone loved her. She was practically perfect. She just had one flaw. When it came to others' opinions of her, she was completely oblivious. And well, all those who loved her were having a hard time handling it. So, they came to an agreement. They would find out which one of them was her favorite, and once that was decided, all the others would back off. Of course, none of them wanted to back off, so it became an all out war to be the one who stole Frey's heart.

"Good morning, Princess!" Frey sat up in her bed after a yawn and a sleepy grin, looking up at her lovely butler, Vishnal. He saw her at her most vulnerable, in the mornings when she first woke up, when her hair was still messy and she wore a thin nightgown. He had already thought that this was a privilege, a private time between the two of them, but he knew the other men in town were stepping up their game, and he knew he had to change things if he wanted their relationship to become more intimate.

"Good morning, Vishnal," she said, her joyful voice like music ringing in his ears. He took a deep breath, the thought of his plans already bringing a blush to his cheeks.

"Um, well, Princess, I... I... uh..." She tilted her head, sitting up straighter. She pulled her long green hair over her shoulder, twirling the strands between her fingertips, and Vishnal had to swallow the thick lump in his throat before he could form a thought coherent enough to put into words.

It was alright, he told himself. He was just going to ask her to spend some time with her. He wasn't going to call it a date, unless she wanted to. He would even cook for her, even if he could only manage some onigiri with his current cooking skills. A simple plan that someone as kind as her wouldn't refuse. All he had to do was find the courage to ask.

Frey stood up just as Vishnal opened his mouth, stepping closer and combing her fingers through his hair and just brushing his collarbone with her fingertips.

"There's something in your hair," she said, nonchalantly, as if her single touch hadn't turned Vishnal's brains into goo. Embers were burning beneath his cheeks, and all he really noticed was that she was close, close, close, close, dear God.

"Pri—I—you—that's—I—." The blood rushed to his head all at once and he felt like he was going to faint and he really didn't know what to do. She pulled her hands away from his hair and smiled.

"I got it!" She then turned away and went about her business like nothing had happened. Vishnal stepped out of the room, muttering under his breath, and his heart still pounding wildly in his chest. He wondered what would happen if he just decided to never wash his hair again.

Fully dressed and ready to go, Frey set out to go shopping at the general store, but when she walked outside, she ran into someone who happened to be walking past her room.

"Hey, watch where you're—" The man's seemed to die on his tongue as he abruptly cut himself off. Frey looked up and saw her cutest(and only) grumpy horse man quickly growing more flustered as the seconds passed.

"Sorry," she said. She bowed her head politely in apology, but Dylas had already been the process of bowing his head when she began, causing them to smack the tops their heads together. Frantic now, Dylas took a step back.

"Sorry. You okay?" He leaned down towards her and she laughed, patting him on the head.

"I'm okay. Don't worry." Then, Frey decided to use the moment to her advantage, playfully squeezing one of Dylas's ears. He let out a strangled noise, then slapped a hand over his mouth, his cheeks stained by a red blush.

"Don't do that!" He snapped, still covering his face. She giggled, patting his cheek.

"I'm sorry. I just like teasing you because you're so cute." He sighed, the typical frown falling back into place.