Who Made Me A Princess x Reader

athanasia - are you..

Born into a world with magic and strange occurrences, I was confused. I swear I had been someone else other than (Y/n). Yet here I am, in front of a character I had thought was fictional... Athanasia De Alger Obelia, I only knew who this was due to constantly reading 'The Lovely Princess' I hadn't read the book in this life though, honestly I don't know if this is even my reality, maybe this is just a really long dream and perhaps I will wake up one day. Still despite that book being my favourite I ended up losing it and eventually forgot all about it. The Athanasia in front of me was different though.. slightly awkward somehow, always tense around the others, escpecially Claude.. it's as if... she's not Athanasia. Not only that.. Athanasia is bright, cheery always full of sunshine and she loved her father, and that love was returned 'This isn't right..' I thought 'This wasn't how it was..'

Could she be..?

'No...' I sighed, she couldn't be someone else.. perhaps I'm mistaken? Standing up I had decided. I'll ask her. It's straightforward, I know but it's not going to kill me

"Athanasia.." I poked her shoulder, grabbing her attention, "What's wrong y/n?" She smiled, Lucas had left the room not too long ago and so we were left by ourselves, this was a good chance to ask her. "May I ask you something..?" I hesitated "Yes?" She urged me

"Who are you?" I asked and she froze with a smile still plastered on, her hands shook slightly and closed the book she read with a light thud "What.." she gulped "What do you mean?" She asked

She had a smile on her face, and looked at me with confused eyes. It was fabricated though, she was hiding something behind those innocent jewel like eyes. Suddenly I felt myself lean forwards, our faces were so close to each other that I felt the heat radiate off hers and I smiled "It's okay if you don't want to tell me." Placing a hand on her cheek softly Athanasia looked back at me with eyes clouded in many emotions, I concluded that the girl in front of me definitely wasn't Athanasia. I didn't mind though, I had fell for the girl she was. Not the fictional character Athanasia. I sighed and rested my head in her neck "I'm glad I'm not the only one.." I muttered

— it was short and basically had the same plot as the last one, I'll try make a different type of scenario later, for now it'd be nice if you commented what scenarios you'd like to see to help me get out of this writers block :,))