Royally Ours (Yandere x Reader)

Chapter Twenty-Four

   When Ashe says he missed you, it's smut.

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Ashe wasn't jealous—it was him who had suggested Emeline go first in the first place. Although that was really ages ago before this mess all began. She didn't have to be so smug, though. And, when he thought about it, he was the one who did the most work to have you.

Maybe he was jealous. Just a little. There was a weird pit in his stomach that wouldn't leave. Something had been eating at him ever since his mother had died. He almost laughed out loud at the thought. When she died. Yeah, try when I murdered her.

It wasn't that he regretted what he did. It was necessary. He had no doubt of that. Even so, the madness was like leeches under his skin, twisting him up and frying his brain. He wanted to hold you close until you sank into his skin. He loved you. He wanted to squeeze the life out of you.

Not really, though, because if you died that would be the real tragedy. He just had this urge to destroy something. If it wasn't something it would be himself and he didn't want to do that. He squirmed in his seat, trying to get rid of his thoughts.

And it was times like this that was always the most awkward for you. See, you were on his lap as he had requested. You were supposed to be reading out loud to him, but you paused when you noticed his restlessness. It was awkward to be sitting there on him, feeling him move, feeling...him.

You would move, but his arms were locked around you like irons and his head rested on your back. Before you could say anything, He sighed and sat back, his knee bouncing occasionally and jolting you up with it.

"You stopped reading."

"Yeah, I thought you needed a minute. You seemed uncomfortable" you explained, hoping that it wouldn't upset him.

"You're so sweet," he smiled and pressed his face against your back again. "You're so perceptive and perfect. I adore you."

You were so bad with compliments like that, you just turned red. "Thank you," you managed to say before realizing that saying 'thank you' after someone says they adore you might not be the right response. What else were you supposed to say, though? That you adored him too? It's possible that you did, but you were confused about it still.

Using both hands, the prince moved you to the spot on the couch beside him. You looked up at him in confusion when he took the book from your hands and set it on the floor. What did he want to do?

He was looking straight in your eyes, and then in a motion too quick for you to react, he had pinned you to the couch. One knee sat on your left while his other leg stood on the floor to support him.

His hands sat on either side of your face while his hair hung close enough to tickle your face. Oh, is it like this now? I wonder how far he wants to go right now, you thought anxiously.

"Don't be so nervous," he teased. "I just want to look at you."

Well, this is a weird way to just get a look at me! you thought in frustration, but you didn't move. You looked back at him. Even when he was weird, you still felt a lot of care for the prince. He was always kind to you, after all. Kinder than you would expect from a man of his status anyway.

He leaned forward and your breath hitched. You still weren't used to this affection; even if you would come to anticipate it, you didn't think you'd ever stop being a little surprised each time. Ashe liked that about you, though. He liked how he felt like if he wasn't gentle with you, he could ruin you. He liked the risk.