Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Songfic: Princess

(A Man of No Importance is honestly a really good musical and like I went to see it and oh my god I almost cried during like two parts)

How can a girl who's from a someplace north of nowhere be a princess?

You sit in your garden in your backyard, holding a woven basket as you fill it with fruit. You examine the peach in your hand, twirling it and gripping it tightly. You can hear the townspeople chattering as the walk down dirt roads. The sun shines against your skin and you find yourself loving the warmth. How you miss the sun in days of cold. 

You notice a peach that isn't ready to harvest yet. It saddens your heart a bit. Looking around, you begin to put your hands around the peach. It begins to grow, only slightly, before smiling back at you. 

You feel joy.

What in the world would make you think that I was qualified for playing the part?

You walk out into town, holding the basket close to you to prevent any evil fingers. You dodge people, ducking under hands and slipping between couples. You can feel the air around you heat up suddenly, but you ignore it, and you vaguely enjoy the notion. 

A tan hand grabbed one of your peaches, stealing them away. You immediately stop and bare a wide stance, reaching out to grab onto the perpetrator. Your hands wrap around a smooth red overcoat. Your cheeks blush a deep red color as you pull away and bow your head to the blue-eyed prince.

"I-I apologize, I'm sorry." 

"These are very delicious, do you grow them yourself?"

You give him a polite grin, "Yes, I do sir."

He smiles at you, his teeth an uncanny shade of white as he tilts his head. "Can my brother share a piece?"

You grab another peach out of your basket and hand it to him, his gloved hands touching your dirty ones. 

He looks down at you, his eyes filled with something you don't recognize. "Do you sell them?"

"Yes, I do, I have a cart across town. I prefer somewhere less-" you look around the crowd "-less this."

He lifts his chin. "I do, too."

You two look at each other for mere seconds before you take a step back. The notion makes you feel weak, like nothing without his presence near you. You smile when he takes closer to you, offering you one of his hands. "I will escort you to your cart to prevent anymore passerbyers from taking an uninvited bite from your gardens."

You try to hide your smile but fail greatly. "Thank you, Prince Maven."

Here stands a shopgirl who puts prices on the produce, not a princess.

Maven only releases go off your hand when you walk to your cart, placing the peaches on a shelf inside of it. You pull down the bars, letting the cart use its wheels and try to run away. Maven puts a hand on it before it can go far. You laugh, something inside of you adoring the notion more than you can admit.

You turn to him, your hair bouncing in the motion, "Well, I'm off, then."

He bows to you, making soft eye contact with you as he does. "I'll return again."

I don't pretend to be a thing but plain and common.

You watch Maven as he leaves, how his cape refuses to touch the dirty ground of the Red's territory. He doesn't belong here. 

You begin to roll your cart down, trying not to stare at him as he begins to disappear. You are like him, you know. Having abilities. Maybe you don't belong here either.