Royally Ours (Yandere x Reader)

Chapter Two

Any fable fans? I love this game. Here's a track I thought might fit.

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"I should warn you about the prince," Maurine spoke.

"Oh?"

"Yes, he likes to watch the maids work," she explained quickly. The two of you were almost outside of what looked to be his bedroom.

"I... see?" was all you could say. You weren't sure what she was getting at.

"It's just a little strange at first. The Prince and the Princess have always treated maids differently than other noble people. He likes to talk with the maids while they work. Truthfully, it's a bit refreshing sometimes. Other times he just watches, though. I don't ever know what to make of it. Also—I should also tell you: always knock before entering his room, even if you are sure it's empty and even if he summoned you himself."

"Why?"

"Just trust me on this," she dismissed your question before opening the door. True to her word, Prince Ashe was lounging on his couch with a book in his hand. Although you knew it was impolite, you took a moment to observe him. This was the closest you had ever been to a royal person. He had short, dark brown hair that was somehow both messy and obviously styled. His icy blue eyes were cradled by dark eyelashes. He looked to you. For a moment you made eye contact, and you remembered one of the very basic rules. No eye contact, no eye contact with royalty period. You panicked and widened your eyes before looking away in a panic. He found this amusing and laughed. At least he's not offended, you thought as you blushed. Maurine seemed to be oblivious to all of this as she was deciding where to start in the already-clean room.

"I don't recognize this one, Maurine," the Prince spoke. He stood from the couch and walked a few steps closer to the two of you. She didn't seem nervous at all, but something about his aura made you take a step back. If you looked to his face, you would see just how amused he was.

"This is the Daughter of (y/l/n), from the trial this morning, your majesty" Maurine explained.

"You're (y/n)? How interesting that I get to play with you first," He propped his face on his chin and scrutinized your form. "You mean to tell me my dear sister didn't send for the new maid as soon as possible?"

"You had requested a room clean first, sir. Princess Emeline hasn't requested any extra cleaning today. The head maid thought it best that (y/n) learn under me, and I was assigned your room," Maurine explained while keeping her gaze low.

"Hmm..." The prince seemed to contemplate the situation. You felt as if his eyes were burning holes into your skin. When can I start cleaning, Dammit? Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the prince step even closer to you. He brought his hand to your chin and tilted your head up which promptly woke you from whatever thought you were lost in. Your instincts wanted to rip your chin away; your instincts wanted to match his gaze, but in fear and respect you desperately kept your line of vision anywhere but where he was. "She's a pretty one, Maurine. Do you think I could get assigned her more often?" He chuckled as he tilted your head from side to side. You felt some small fire of anger grow in you. I'm not a doll! But your fear outweighed your anger by a large amount. You stayed silent.

"You can certainly request any maid you like, sire. Would you like us to start cleaning?" Maurine tried to save you.

"What an obedient little thing you are," He spoke directly to you finally, as he ignored Maurine's question. "Such good manners for a farmer girl. Tell me, what made you jump in front of the gun for your father? He committed the crime, not you." You were silent for a few heartbeats, you didn't know what to say! "Speak girl, surely you had a reason for what you did?" He let go of your chin and took a step back.