Yandere Prince X Magical Reader

Release.

Misandra hands the Prince his white clothing.
"Put this on, and then we'll see what flowers match the best!" She exclaims.
The Prince turns his back towards the two of you, however he looks over his shoulder and grinns at you "No peeking."

What?!
Your cheeks go warm suddenly. More from embarrassment that he'd say that.
"Perv~" Misandra says, earning a grumble from her brother.
Misandra is at the side of the bed, but you notice her place her hand against the edge of the blanket, tucking something underneath before sending you a serious glance.

But just like that, she pulls her hand away and continues smiling.
You slide your hand under the covers, taking hold of the small object.
Bringing it into view, you see that its a small blue-tinted vial with a red liquid inside.
Glancing at the Prince, you see him pull he still doesn't have his shirt on.
You slowly pull the cork from the top and smell the contents.
It smelled a bit like mint and tumeric.

Braced for the strange taste, you bring it to your lips and tip the vial back.
No doubt it was a strange taste, but the texture was off as well. It was thicker then expected, and was a bit sticky.
You tuck the now empty vial into the bust of your dress.

Just in time as the Prince turns around. Misandra brings the basket of flowers to him, immediately holding them up next to his face to see which ones look best.
As you watch the Princes content face, you feel your heart beat start to speed up.
And no, not in a romantic way. It felt weird. Your body was tired, and you could tell, but moving was a lot less strenuous.
It was almost like the feeling after drinking too much coffee because you neglected your sleep the night prior.
Including the slight shakiness.

"Okay, I think either the red roses or the yellow and orange flowers. What do you think?" Misandra asks her older brother, who takes both sets of flowers and turns to the circular mirror hanging on the wall.
"Ah, its a hard choice."
Misandra turns to you and glances at the door.
You take the hint.

You slide out of the bed as quietly as you can and slowly inch your way towards the door.
As you reach for the doorknob, Misandra circles around to the opposite side of her brother.
"Oh, or maybe these light yellow ones?" She looked relaxed as ever, even while openly distracting her brother. You place your hand on the doorknob. "I thought they were too dull next to your hair, but against the white, they look far more vibrant."
Click
"Oh! Or maybe we put these in your pocket"
Creak
"And the orange ones in your hair?"

The door is open enough for you to slip out, so you do, sending Misandra a thankful smile as you do. With her brother busy looking at his reflection, she smiles back.
With that, you walk out into the hall, quietly walking down the hall and away from the door before breaking into a sprint towards your room.

Turning corner after corner, you find that you can't pin point where you are.
You start to panic. The window, the paintings, the pattern on the carpet- none of it was familiar!
"(Y/N)." A quiet voice calls.
You glance around, not seeing a source.
"Over here, come on." You turn around to see a familiar face peeking out of a doorway.
"Grimm!" You whisper-yell as you practically run into the room with him.
He takes a look up and down the hall before closing the door.
Before he can say anything, you practically knock him over in a hug.
"How did you get out of your room?" You ask as you release the embrace.
He sighs "I wish I could claim to have rescued myself, but actually, it seems Domi is in the city-" "Is he okay?!" You ask.
"Yes, last I saw him he was outrunning a guard who thought he was a peeping tom."
You smile and sigh in relief.
"Oh" you voice "I don't think I have much time, he's likely already realized I'm gone. I need to get my bag from my room-"
"And then you're going to leave with Domi, correct?"
You nod.
"Alright, I think I may have a plan, though I'm sorry to say that you'll have to change clothes with me in the room." He turns and grabs some clothing from a basket and hands them to you.
"Here, see if these will fit."
He turns to face the wall to give you privacy.
"Grimm." You say, trying to get his attention.
"Yes?" He says, not turning back around.
You sigh "I think you neglected to notice something a bit important."
He turns to face you, only to be met with you holding out your cuffed wrists for him to see.

You can see worry grow on his face as he tries to think.
"Do you have a knife? You could cut me out of this dress."
"But then how do you put another on?"
You stand in thought for a moment before a thought pops in.
"What about a horsemen's hood? Surely there must be one in here. I'll still need pants and shoes, but a lack of top would be completely covered!"
Grimm's eyes light up as he starts to rummage about in the clothing.
"I don't think its been cleaned yet unfortunately, but its better then nothing."

He pulls out the dark green hood and hands it to you, along with a letter opener he had in his pocket.
"Its not much, but it should cut through fabric well enough. I'm going to look for shoes & pants."
You nod and begin cutting, starting at the damned corset.