New Princess (Dante x Reader)

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   I felt for my sword to reassure myself and couldn't feel it. "D-Dante, I don't have my sword." He pushed me behind him as we heard a voice that would make milk curdle echo through the little alleyway.

   "Aww, how sweet. The princess is hiding behind her brave knight. How cowardly." I growled and tried to push forward, but took one look at Dante's face to understand he was angry about it too, but it was to get us to attack first. "Don't you want to win? Don't you want to protect? Is that not the reason you are here, Dante. To protect?" My blood was boiling, and Dante didn't seem worried, but he wasn't responding. Enough of this. A fight he wants, a fight he gets. I thought as I ducked around Dante and grabbed his katanas; waiting for them to strike. "Ooh, did I touch a nerve, Miss Privileged Princess?" I ran at them, got them pinned to the ground, sword at their neck. I could've killed him, right then and there, but by the time I thought about it, Dante had responded and grabbed the guy by his shoulders and heaved him up, marching him to the courtyard. It sunk in that I just had enough anger to willingly kill someone that had done nothing but speak to me.

   Later that day, I was still hung up on the fact that I was going to kill that person. A group of seniors took him to the local guard station, and, I was told, that he was a wanted criminal. Criminal or not, I should've been able to keep my cool as the princess and talk to them.. Not just attack them for speaking to me. For the fifth time, I heard Dante knock on my door, and I felt even worse when he told me that he'd brought me a snack as an apology for not reacting. I opened the door and yanked him inside, careful to move aside before he could knock me over.

   "P-princess, you know I can't be in here. I could get expelled or worse if someone saw. Let's go- hey, what's wrong?" He stopped when I hugged him, snuggling into his chest; I mumbled my answer, wanting to just breathe in how he smelled for a little bit. He began to pet my hair, calming me down into tears. "Oh, I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to make you cry, princess." I huffed as I pushed him away.

   "Stop addressing me as royalty. I'm-" I stopped myself from saying 'I'm your friend' "..'one of you', as my parents say, when I'm here, okay? Now just please," I felt the heat creep up my neck to my face. "Stay?" He smiled and nodded, his smile giving way to one of my own. "Thank you." I muttered as I released the hug and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it, patting the spot next to me.

   "Prin- (Y/N), why are you so upset?" He asked as I leaned on him, watching as he mindlessly played with my hair. "Is it something I did?" He asked carefully after I didn't answer; I shook my head in response. "Then what's wrong?" He sat us up straight and grabbed my chin, making me look him in the eyes. "Babe, what's wrong?" I could've passed for a rose with how red I turned, apparently, he realized what he said. "S-Sorry. I d-didn't mean to." I just shrugged, staring at his face, feeling like a creep, but more comfortable than I'd ever been at that school. I heard a knock on the door and shoved Dante into the closet, whispering to stay quiet as I went to the door. I saw Audrey once I opened the door.

   "Hey, Audrey. What's up?" We ended up talking until it was her suppertime, but I felt happy talking to someone that small and happy. I waved and nodded as I closed the door, forgetting about the person in my closet until he knocked on the door; I rushed over and threw open the door, stepping aside to let him out. "I'm sorry you were in there for so long. I'm sorry, Audrey and I started talking, and now it's supper time, meaning you were in there awhile. I'm sorry." And I said 'I'm sorry' twenty times.. Good going Duncan... I smiled awkwardly, placing my arms at my sides when I realized that I had been gesturing like crazy. "Eheh, sorry." Dante just smiled at me, probably proud he made me blush like crazy and repeat myself a billion times. I was still smiling, awkward as ever, when he pulled me towards him, then pulled my face towards his slowly, giving me the chance to pull away. This dork... I thought as I pushed my face towards his, smirking at the sudden bright red blush on his cheeks.

   By the time we both pulled away, I saw it was our suppertime, meaning at least I was talking for about twenty minutes and we kissed for about three; I smiled at that thought. I grabbed Dante's hand and pulled him towards me as I sat down on the bed. "Hey, why don't we eat in the courtyard tonight? I heard it's supposed to be clear skies and a full moon, you'll be able to see all the stars. Maybe I could teach you some of the harder to find constellations?" He nodded and pulled me back up, giving me a kiss on the nose, making me really grateful that that room had no windows or any way to look in.

   As we walked outside with a nod from the teachers, I felt a nice breeze, common in autumn. I can't believe this.. What even happened to get me here? I mindlessly thought as I found a bench with Dante in the garden, and began pointing out common constellations after Dante named the ones he knew, smiling proudly the entire time. Yeah, I like it here, but what about my Dante? What happened to me in the other world? Oh, everyone must be so worried... "(Y/N)? You okay?" I snapped out of my trance and schooled my face into a smile, nodding. "You sure? You looked really sad and torn up about something." I just shook my head and assured him I was fine, then moved on to show him constellations like Libra, Scorpio, Aries, and a few others.

   Once we finished outside and went our separate ways for the night, my face fell again, making me wonder about how I got these memories, why I am here, and exactly where I am in... time? I got to my room and fell on the bed, finally spotting the snack Dante had set down on the table by the door; it was a small cake, nicely dressed in a soft pastel blue frosting, edible pearls beautifully decorating the sides and top. Awh.. Dante.. I picked up the small fork that he had most likely smuggled from the kitchen, took a bite, and let a blissful smile spread across my face as the fondant covered buttercream icing gave away on my tongue to a blissfully moist cake bread underneath. Probably learned from one of the places he visited on his exposure week; He couldn't even make brownies before he left for it. I smiled as I carefully cut a small piece and put the cake cover back over it, wanting to keep it fresh and edible as long as possible.