Marth x Reader: My Princess

Chapter 1: Childhood

(y/n)'s point of view

"GET OUT OF HERE AND DON'T COME BACK UNTIL YOU DO SOMETHING RIGHT!" Father yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Your fathers right. What was the point of having you if you can't even steal a damn apple?" Mother said while throwing a chair at me. Hitting me smack in the face, and leaving me with a bloody nose. 

"SHUT UP WOMAN! AND YOU!" Father pointed a large finger at me "DON'T COME BACK UNTIL YOU HAVE SOMETHING USEFUL" Once he finished his speech he grabbed me by my hair in one hand, a half empty bottle of whiskey in the other, and threw me out door, landing face first. 

This was an everyday thing for me. Get sent out to steal, fail miserably,  then get thrown out of the house, and do it right. It's been like this ever since I could walk, and this year, on my 4th birthday, my fathers expectations went through the roof. I sadly walked to the market stalls, dragging my feet, in the dirt. 

"(y/n)!" 

I turned around to see my brother, (b/n), carrying  a brown bag filled with food, liquor and clothing. Even though he was 9, he was one of the best pick pockets, anyone had ever seen. Calling him a child prodigy, would be an understatement. 

"Did dad throw you out again?" he asked.

"ya.." I replied timidly 

"Your bleeding! We have to get this patched up quickly! Damn that drunken idiot. How could he do that to his own daughter? Hop on my back, china doll, I'll patch you up." That nickname. I hated it with a fiery passion. It made me seam so weak, so fragile, but right now I didn't have the strength to come up with a rebuttal, or smart remark. 

With me on his back and his sack of goodies in his hand,  (b/n) carried me to our secret hide out, aka a shed. He placed me on the floor and got some water and bandages, so he could treat my wounds. During the whole treatment, I looked forward with dead eyes, and when (b/n) tried to make a conversation I didn't even look him in the eye, when I responded. 

"I'm going to head back home now." (b/n) tried speaking to me, "Don't come back until the sun sets. I'm going to leave you dads whiskey. He won't be mad at you any more once you bring him that. Are you going to be okay by yourself, China doll, or do you want me to stay for a little bit?" 

"No, (b/n), I will be fine don't worry about me."

"Alright then. I'm off china doll. Please be careful alright?"

I nodded softly, as he rubbed my head, and walked out the door.  

Marth's point of view

I had awoken from a sweet slumber when one of the servants called my name. "My young prince? It is time for you to wake up from your nap." she said.

"It was not a nap! I was simply, closing my eyes. I'm 4 years old Matilda. I don't need naps." I pouted. 

"Of course my young prince." she said chuckling. "Your father wishes to see you right away. He says it's urgent." 

I nodded and prepared myself for my father audience. Even though I am a prince, and he is my father, I still need to look presentable in front of him. As I walked down the hall, I was greeted with love and happiness where ever I turned. Once I reached the main audience hall, I ran up to my parents embracing them in a hug.

"Ah, Marth! Your timing is impeccable. This is counselor Mike. Say hello and don't be shy now." Father cooed.

"Greetings. I am prince Marth of Altera. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."