Roses (Ichijixreader)

Yellow Symbolizes Jealousy

  The next morning, after he arrived home, he discovered his father in his office. He knocked on the door frame and waited for his father to turn around, "How did it go?"
"It wasn't too horrible," Ichiji sighed as he thought of the (h/c)-haired women. "I don't think it'll be too hard to get the princess to fall for me... she's been sheltered for all her life and I believe that she's already infatuated with me, father. It won't be long until I can get the money."
"How long," his father's voice was dark, harsh while he was still hunched over a small piece of paper. "How long do you think it'll take?"
"Well, I'm going over to the castle tomorrow for lunch," Ichiji could tell something wasn't right, but he knew better than to ask his father. "The king already likes me... and if I tell (Y/-)-"
"I asked you a question," his voice grew steadily louder. "Answer it, Ichiji."
"I'll have her by the end of this week," Ichiji said without thinking. "I don't know how long it would take for the wedding, but I'll at least be engaged by the end of the week."
"Good," his father let out a big sigh and motioned the red-head away with a flick of the hand. "Go to bed. You have a big day tomorrow."
"Yes, father," Ichiji turned around and closed the door. "Goodnight..."
He lets out a sigh before he flicks off the light and climbs into the bed. Something about his father just seemed a bit too odd, but that doesn't stay in his head for too long as he slowly drifts out of consciousness.
Memories of his childhood sink into his dreams. His mother's sweet smile as she'd try to teach them kindness in her deathbed. Ichiji's heart feeling as if it were sinking at the way she'd coddle and love Sanji.
  It made him sick, she saw something in him that she didn't see in anyone else, it made him upset. So he took it out on his brother, this undefinable feeling, he knew that he wasn't perfect like his father thought. He saw the imperfections; emotions can't be taken away when an emotion created them.
  Emotions aren't something you can keep locked away forever. Sometimes, an experience in life will make a person feel something. They're hard to keep at bay. Nothing can stop them from surfacing after they first pop up.
  He's awoken by the curtains in his room being drawn open and blinding him in the eyes. He sits up and glares at the person who had opened the pieces of fabric, they bow to him before they scamper off. He sighs out as he gets out of bed, he was too tired yesterday that he completely forgot to change into his sleepwear.
  He shrugs it off before going to changes into new clothes. He walks down the steps before walking through to the dinning room, where he assumed that the rest of his family would be. He lets the butler open the door for him before he enters the room, his siblings already sitting at the long table that fits way more than it requires.
"Father would like to speak to you before you head off to the castle today," Yonji calls out to him from his chair as he takes a drink of whatever is in his cup this morning.
His sister smiles slightly as Ichiji walks to the other side of the room, "Good morning, Ichiji. Did you have fun last night? I heard that she snuck away with you during the whole thing."
"Where did you hear that?" he leans against the wall as he lets out a sigh, he's supposed to go to the castle for breakfast, but he doesn't actually know when breakfast is there.
"I have sources," her smile widens slightly as she places her hands in her lap. "Sources even father doesn't know about."
"Really?" Ichiji walks over to the table before he grabs the cup that the servants laid out for him. "That's so interesting, Reiju. I'd love to hear more about that, but some other time, because I really couldn't care less at the moment. Now, Yonji, you said father would like to speak to me? Where is he?"
"Where do you think he is, Sparking Red?" Niji sighs out as he nods in the direction of the laboratory. "That was a stupid question."
"We learn from our mistakes," the red-headed son shrugs as he turns on his heel and heads towards his father. "Some of us, at least."
  He watches as the guards open up the doors and then he enters the room. He surveys the areas for his father, trying to avoid looking at the mass of tubes filled with genetically modified soldiers.
  He soon finds his father and walks up to him, "I'm told that you need to talk to me about something, father?"
  "Ichiji," his father starts off with a low, almost emotionless voice. "I was thinking about what you told me last night... and I don't think you need to marry the princess. If you do, then you'll be the next king... and you'll be living in the castle. You won't be able to come back here and help out."
  "That... is a good point," Ichiji bites his bottom lip before he has an idea. "But if I do become king, we'll get all the money... and I could build a bigger lab at the castle. You and the rest of the family could live with me at the castle. Didn't you say once that you wanted to rule the world?"
  "That is an interesting side..." he hums as he nods. "But we won't be having the princess get in our way, Ichiji... if she finds out what we're doing and doesn't like it-"
  "Father, if I might interrupt, I'll be the king. She won't have any power," he swallows hard, he has a feeling where this is going.
  "That is, if the current king sets aside his throne on the wedding day, but he probably won't," his father continues, completely ignoring Ichiji in his state. "I think we'll have to get rid of her as soon as possible. That way you can still be king and no one can say anything about it."
  "Father," Ichiji says it so sternly it scares him. "I won't be killing the princess. She's done absolutely nothing wrong."
  His father stares at him hard, which causes him to shrink back slightly, "Are you... becoming weak, boy?"
  "I don't know what you mean," Ichiji clenches his hands into fists. "I'm not becoming weak, father. I'm merely saying that she hasn't done anything wr-"
  "You're developing morals," his voice comes out cold. "Which means you're becoming weak. Which makes your value drop. If it's the princess, then I must kill her for you."
  "What are you saying, father?" the red-haired male lets out a deep breath. "What are you going to her?"
  "I'll do what you can't," his hearts stops as his father continues to speak, "I'll dispose of her so that you can regain your worth."
  "You'll have to stop me first, if she dies, I'll die with her?" Ichiji's nails dig into the palm of his hands. "So what are you going to do about me? Lock me in the dungeon like you did with Sanji?"
  "That's not a bad idea," the taller man glares at his son, the once favorite, before he snaps and the guards immobilize him. "I hope this will make you remember what makes you so useful, boy."
  "You won't get away with this," Ichiji tries to break his hands from behind him as the men carry him away. "Father, someone will find out about your plot. You won't just be thrown in jail, you'll be executed. Then what are you going to-"
  His head starts to feel light as they put a cloth over his face. He vows to get back at them, he has to save her, even if it's the last thing he does. I'm breaking my promise, I'm sorry, (Y/n).

~Yellow roses, in Victorian Victorian times, symbolized jealousy. Today, it represents friendship, joy and caring. A bouquet of these sun-filled blossoms conveys warmth, gladness and affection. ~