Royally Ours (Yandere x Reader)

Chapter Twelve

Really? What is Ashe playing at? Is he seriously trying to compete with me for the casual affections of a maid? Princess Emeline scowled at the thoughts revolving in her mind. She knew that (y/n) was fun and interesting. Emeline loved all her maids, but (y/n)'s fresh new face and attitude was delightful. Her brother was certainly a fan—it wasn't hard for her to know.

But why on Earth would Ashe send the maid's letter? He knew how risky it was—riskier for the maid than it was for him. It broke her heart to say no, but she didn't expect for him to go behind her back and grant (y/n)'s wish. Not only did that paint Emeline as a stingy, strict noble, but it also made Ashe seem like a saint! The worst of it was definitely the chance that his little scheme could be discovered which would put you in a position to receive more punishment and harsher imprisonment.

Emeline was annoyed, and as much as she wanted to see Ashe punished, she didn't want to rat (y/n) out. She also didn't want her brother being favored by you. Her best move would be to protect you and scold her brother on her own time. How unfair. She hated having to be the voice of reason. It wasn't as fun. While protecting you, she would also have to find some way to get you to like her more than you liked him, if only to rub it in his face.

She sighed. This would take a little planning. Even though the person most at fault here was the prince, she felt the urge to scold you just a little bit. Would you cry? Would you look so cute and afraid? Hmm... or would she begin to hate me? She would have you summoned to her room, no wait—she would request a full day of your assistance. She would make the whole day fun and easy, maybe that would work? Would it be enough?

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"(y/n), you lucked out," Maurine told you as you got dressed for your day of work.

"Oh?" you urged her to continue. Maurine liked to tease and to toy in conversations, sometimes you wished she could get to the point. At least you two were friends.

"You get to practically spend the whole day on a date," Maurine answered you, still being vague. You turned to her with your outfit only half put together and stared at her blankly. She was grinning ear to ear when she finally explained, "The princess requested time with you for the day. I hear she's itching to go horse-riding."

You contemplated this for moment, "Not that I'm complaining, but why does she need a maid for that?"

"I don't know! She usually goes alone. Maybe read between the lines," she giggled.

"Don't be dense!" you shoved her shoulder in mock-anger. "She probably just needs help carrying supplies or something."

"Sure," Maurine snickered. "I'm a little jealous honestly. I have to spend the day helping advisors organize documents. It's going to be dull." You shrugged. There were a few emotions going through in your mind—a little bubble of excitement, but also a small amount of worry. What was expected of you? And what if something happened with the letter and the prince has to contact you? There was nothing you could really do about your position, but you were curious about the future anyway.

You didn't spare time as you half-ran to the Princess's room and knocked on the door eagerly. "Hello, (y/n)" Emeline smiled down at you. You didn't see the warmth in her eyes or way her eyebrows quirked up when you blushed. There were details you missed because of the rule. You did notice, however, that even her riding dresses were elegant. You supposed that was an obvious perk of being royalty.

"Hello," was all you could muster in response. You were a bundle of nerves.

"Come on," She let her fingers wrap around your wrist. "Horses are in the stables, not in here. Do you know how to ride, (y/n)?"