Female yanderes x shy male neko reader

Kitsune Queen

     Being a servant is really quite normal for someone like me. I'm small, shy, clumsy, and most of the time, terrified that I'm going to be beaten for breaking something. Some make fun of me for being a "shota". Other for me being a servant. And the rest, because I'm shy. However, they don't laugh at the fact that I'm a servant for the royal family in particular. And I may be clumsy, but that just means I have butterfingers! Humph!

     The royal family consists of the queen. I know, not much of a family, but according to rumours, the Queen has found someone she likes the look of, and is soon going to make her move. I was happy for her. She was a young queen whose parents died at a young age, and so she never really got to experience the feeling of being loved. That is why she became a very strict, scary woman who rules with an iron fist. So you must understand my jumpiness around her.

     I was currently serving tea for her and the rest of the guests she had over. She was hosting a feast, then a ball. They were different events which were one after the other, meaning they merged into one larger, grander event. I placed the tea down in front of the person three rows away from the queen on her left hand side. I noticed her looking at me. So did everyone else. Then everyone was staring at me. And so I hid my face. Not only was I blushing, but I was also beginning to tear up. I didn't like this many eyes on me, so the corners of my eyes let a few tears out. They still didn't look away, so I left the room. I didn't want to be bullied by the queen again. She knew very well that I had scopophobia. It wasn't my fault I came from a family where a glare, stare, or sometimes even a glance usually meant a beating and no dinner.

     But I digress. When I said the queen was strict, I wasn't kidding. However, she also enjoys teasing people quite a fair bit. She regularly embarrasses me, and then forces me to work. If I don't work to the maximum effort all the time, then I would be beaten. I was tortured quite regularly. Originally, I was quite an extroverted, sociable person,  it now I hid away from the world, both physically and socially. I knew that running out would bring punishment, but I didn't care at the time. I was too concerned with the fact that I was at the centre of attention for more than a second.

     I hid in my special space, which just so happened to be in a wardrobe for the cleaning supplies that was hardly ever used. It was particularly good for hiding because it was usually very dark, and one had to come in with a candle to find the necessary tools for the cleaning. The exact spot I hid in was in a corner to the far right. If I curled up into a small ball, even if someone came in a here with a candle, they wouldn't see me. Besides, I doubt anyone would come looking for me if I disappeared. Perhaps the queen would send for people to search for half an hour before giving up, and that would only be because she's a sadist and enjoys beating me! She's so mean!

     In the dark, my eyes slowly got used to the low lighting. Seeing as my cat genes gave me good eyesight in darkness, it was easy to see after about a minute or so. The downside was that if the door opened too suddenly, then I would be temporarily blinded by the sudden brightness of the candle. The candles in the castle were infused with magic to make them burn twice as bright and burn twice as slow. It was an impressive feat accomplished by the great witch Merlin. She was the most well known witch in the whole kingdom, and was an advisor of the queen, as well as her childhood friend.

     All of a sudden, the door opened, and the bright glare of a candle forced me to flinch. The person holding the candle didn't see me at first, but it seemed they were actively looking for me, and knew where to look. I was grabbed by the collar and was dragged out by this apparently very strong person. I was thrown out of the walk-in wardrobe, and unfortunately, I hit the opposite wall, causing me to become winded. I lay on my side, gasping for air. I was surprised to say the least, but I became even more discombobulated when I noticed it was the queen who did that. Then, I curled up and pressed myself against the wall, instinctively doing my best to get as far away from her as possible.i closed my eyes and tensed my body, expecting to be hit. And that is exactly what happened. I was kicked where I sat. I must have been hit over two dozen times by her shoe before she stopped.