The Viridescent Price - RAPHAEL X READER

A Position

    9:20 am.

Your e/c eyes blinked open slowly, squinting at the light around your f/c themed room. You forced yourself to sit up and yawned loudly before stretching. You glanced to the side of your bed at the night stand. There was a clock, a glass of water, and your tiara. You glared slightly at it before grabbing the glass and gulping down the ice water. For seventeen years you had worn that tiara, but you knew that soon it was going to change, and the thought of that made you want to die.

   You took your now empty glass and sat it back on the night stand before standing up and stretching some more. Walking to the mirror, you gagged at the sight of your bed head and the fact you had fallen asleep with makeup on from the party you were forced into going to the night before. You tried to wipe it away with your palm only to smear it some more. Your bedroom door was knocked on.

     "Miss Y/N?" You could hear a woman call from the other side. You took another look at yourself before pursing your lips.

    "Come in." You said bluntly. The door immediately swung open. A curvy maid walked into your room, pushing a cart with a small breakfast tray on it. You felt yourself drool before making your way over to the cart prepared to eat. You put your hand out to snatch something off the plate but she slapped your hand away.

     "Look at you! You're a mess! And you have a meeting with your Aunt in thirty minutes!" she sounded concerned , like your aunt had specifically told her to have you ready. Like you were a baby. Couldn't your aunt just come in your room and talk to you yourself?

     "So I'm supposed to skip breakfast?" You asked confused.

     "You can eat if we have time after I've dressed you! When did you wake up? I came in here an hour ago!" You nervously chuckled.

     "Y-You did..?" you asked softly. Before she even heard your response she was pulling out an orange gown from your closet and laying it on your lap.

    "Here, put this on! Hurry!" she pushed you into your humongous closet before shutting the door. Once you threw the dress on you ran back out and sat in the chair in front of your desk. You groaned and rested your chin in the palm of your hand. The maid grabbed and yanked at your hair beginning to brush it.

It was silent.

All's that could be heard was the sound of your hair being combed. You had to say something though, right?

    "Not that I don't appreciate everything you do for me... really..." You began quietly. She continued to pull at your hair. "But I'm almost an adult, I can get ready myself." she laughed.

    "Get ready yourself? Princess Y/N you were hardly awake when i stumbled in here. Besides, your aunt told me to make you look tolerable.' You raised an eyebrow.

    "Tolerable, huh?" You repeated the word.  She nodded.

    "She said your meeting today is important." If it was so important than why did she expect you to wake up so god damn early? She could've done this over dinner or something?

    "Ow!" You hissed as the maid pulled your hair.
    "Sorry miss!" The maid said and began brushing her hair lighter.

    "It's fine, sorry I over reacted.." you said. You tried to keep your voice soft and gentle. You felt your hair twist all around before getting put into a large bun.
     "Perfect!" the maid exclaimed.
     You stood up and looked in the mirror.

      "Thanks." was all you could say. But you corrected yourself quickly. You turned to the maid and curtsied. "I mean, thank you." the maid nodded in approval.