Marth x Reader: My Princess

Chapter 2: Downhill

As the years went by, Marth and I became best friends. We would meet everyday in our favorite place, talk, play games, and I would make him flower crowns that he would cherish more then his own crown. I was always honored when he would come back the next day, and I would see it on his head, wilting, but sporting it with pride. My living conditions got worse. It got so bad that at the age of 11 (b/n)'s (b/h/c) hair turned white as the fresh fallen snow, and at the age of 14 he died of unknown causes. I was petrified. There is no other word to explain it, my parents would not even have a proper funeral for him. They just threw his body in the yard, waiting for the animals to eat him. I brought him to our secret place, and stayed with him until his body started to rot. Then I gave him a proper burial in our backyard. On the days that I did not come to our favorite place, Marth would wait their until the sun would set awaiting for my arrival, but I never came. After about a week, he ventured off into the slums, where I live. He searched, and searched and asked around until he saw me....

(y/n)'s point of view  

"(y/n)!!!!"

I heard a familiar voice running through my ear drums. I hesitantly looked around and saw my best friend Marth. 

"(y/n), where were you I have been looking every were for you! You haven't even come to our spot for the past week! Has something happened? Did someone hurt yo- Hey where are we going?"

Marth's continuous questions; although reassuring, fell upon deaf ears as I dragged him to a more private place. Once I was sure we were alone, I pulled him into the tightest hug I have ever given anyone in my life. Then the tears started to flow, they flowed, and flowed they would not stop. Once Marth had recovered from my vice grip, he held me in a comforting matter, stroking my hair and whispering words of comfort in my ear. Once I went from crying to sobbing to finally calming down, I told him what happened. The emotions running along his face were pure, and strong.

Sad that I had lost someone I had cared about.

Shocked at the way my parents handled it. 

And angry that he could not help me through despite his best efforts. 

~~~~Time skip~~~~

About a month later, my father gave me grim news with a sadistic smile on his face. We were moving away. And not just to any old place. No no no. He was taking me to a training camp for, ASSASSINS.

I could not believe it. Not only was my father taking me away from the only place I have ever known, the only friend I have ever know, he was taking me to a place where they teach people, the best ways to kill another person. And the icing on the cake was that I was leaving at noon, with my things or without. As I ran out of the house, with tear filled eyes, hoping Marth would be there early, I remembered that (b/n) had also taken a trip when he was 9, but he had never told me about it. Once I reached our spot Marth was there early just as I had hoped, holding a bouquet of my favorite flowers, (f/f). 

"Oh (y/n)! Your hear early." he said blushing, while I was recovering my breath. Once we looked at each other eye to eye, Marth began. 

"So...um.. oh gods... look (y/n)." he said while holding my hands "There is something I want to tell you." he took a deep breath. "I know that we are young, and that people our age don't think about this type of stuff but...." he brings the (f/f) out from behind his back "I-I-I-I-I love you (y/n)... will you be mine regardless of age?"

"Marth I..." I responded with tears in your eyes"I love you too" his smile grew "and I would love to be yours as well, but.... I'm moving away and you will probably find someone better then-"