Street Mouse [Yandere Archduke x Female Reader]

46. Failed Confession.

After a long, uneventful winter, the snow, at last, began to melt from the mountains, leaving lush new grass and budding trees in its wake. As promised, the songbirds had returned for another summer.

As the weather became more temperate, it was with relief that one of the residents of Castle de Crivell greeted the spring. Y/N had spent the winter cooped up in the castle just like any other, but it had been more challenging than ever, considering that she was running into Frosino more frequently.

She loved spending time with him, but ever since she had developed feelings for him she would become incredibly nervous around him, making even the smallest interactions challenging.

That's why she took the first chance she got to go roam the mountainside, and happily accepted when Abela asked to join her. The two maidens wandered aimlessly through the trails in the woods. They jumped across small streams, walked along fallen logs, and watched the many birds flitter from tree to tree until they stumbled into a large clearing in the forest.

Tall grasses brushed against the pastel fabrics of the girls' simple outdoor dresses as they stood on the edge of the grassy meadow. "Hey, look over there Y/N," Abela said, pointing. "There are some beautiful flowers growing in that sunny spot. We should gather them and make bouquets to bring back to the castle."

"Alright," Y/N agreed. She linked her arm with Abela's and they walked into the field of flowers together.

The girls hunted for blooms among the tall grasses. Y/N looked over to see that Abela seemed to be putting a bouquet together that was made entirely of yellow-colored flowers. Gazing down at her own bouquet, the sight of the daisies brought a smile to her face. Some people would say that daisies were a childish flower, but Y/N still loved them all the same.

"Y/N, do you know the legend surrounding bouquets?" Abela asking from where she was bent over, picking another dandelion. Y/N shook her head, she had never heard anything about that before.

"The story goes that if you give a bouquet of flowers, bound together with your favorite hair ribbon, to the person you are in love with and tell him how you feel, your fate will be connected for the rest of your life," Abela explained as she plucked another flower. "That's what my mother said anyway."

Y/N looked down at the small bouquet she was holding, I could do that. I could give this to Frosino and tell him how I feel, she thought. But am I really brave enough to say it?

"Are you planning on giving your bouquet to anyone Abela?" Y/N asked her blonde friend, trying to change the subject. "Oh, w-well I was going to give mine to Fiora. She has been like a second mother to me," Abela replied. "What about you, Y/N?"

Y/N was caught off guard by the question. She wanted to give her flowers to Frosino, but she was to shy to admit how she really felt about him to Abela. Her indecision led to her stammering, "Umm, T-Tola. I'm going to give these to Tola."

"That's kind of you," Abela commented, but the way she said it made it sound like she doubted the statement. "I am sure that Tola will love them."

"Yes, well, seeing as we both have some flowers I think we should go now," Y/N said quietly, not wanting Abela to become more suspicious.

The two girls linked their arms again and walked back through the forest together. Once they arrived back at the castle Y/N asked Abela, "would you like me to go with you when you give those to Fiora?"

"Wait what?" Abela asked, looking confused, but then she seemed to realize something. "Oh right, yeah I'm giving these flowers to Fiora. Silly me how could I forget?" She laughed nervously.

The petite blonde hurried off before Y/N could call her back. Is she hiding something from me? The H/C girl thought, feeling slightly hurt. No time to worry about that now, I have a bouquet to make.

. . .

Y/N stood nervously in front of the doors to the library, clutching tightly to the bouquet of daisies held together by a purple ribbon. She was going to do it. She was going to confess her feelings to Frosino.

I can do this, she thought, taking a deep breath as she pushed the doors to the library open. It was just as beautiful as ever, with the light flowing in through the many tall windows of the cylindrical room, but her attention was fixed solely on the man sitting behind the desk on the other side of the room.

His, long raven locks were tied back as usual, and he had a contemplative look on his slender face as he read the book in front of him through his little glass spectacles.

Y/N forced her feet to move her to the desk, even though she wanted nothing more than to turn tail and hide in a small dark space. Come on, I can do this, she thought.

"G-Good afternoon Frosino," she said, fidgeting with the bouquet behind her back. "I um I have something that I want to tell you."

"Go right ahead," Frosino replied, putting a bookmark in to save his page, and turning his attention to Y/N. "What would you like to tell me?"

"That I-I-I... That I," Y/N stammered. Her heart was pounding somewhere in her throat as she gazed into Frosino's indigo irises. I can't do this!

"I, um, just wanted to say that I picked this bouquet for you," Y/N said, revealing the daisies from behind her back. She placed them sadly on the desk in front of Frosino.

"They are lovely," Frosino declared, looking at the flowers fondly. "How did you know that daisies were one of my favorites?"

"Just a feeling," Y/N replied, it was a lie. All she felt like doing was crying. Why do I have to be such a coward?!

She turned to leave, but Frosino called her back. "One moment Y/N." Her heart soared with new hope. Maybe Frosino had caught one to what she was trying to say, and was going to say it for her. "Y-Yes?" She looked back at him.

"Thank you for the flowers Y/N," he said as he picked up the bouquet. "They're lovely."

A/N

UUUUGH! So close, yet so far. I guess that we will have to wait a little more before these characters tell each other how they feel.

I hope that you liked today's chapter, and, as always,

Until next time I'll see you on the other side

~J. C. Coltt.~