Cold -Feitan X Reader-

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"Let's see what we can do to plan the wedding."

(Y/n) frowned but kept a normal expression when Cammy eyed her. The last thing she wanted to do today was receive a lecture for making ugly faces. She glanced at Feitan who didn't seem interested in anything they had to say. He leaned on her throne, scanning through the pages of an art book he had.

"I called it off. I'm not-"

"Would you like me to remind you again what you should be doing?"

Keeping my mouth shut.

(Y/n) sat back up, keeping her posture straight. Ever since she let her mouth run off, Cammy had been keeping her in her place every time she acted like a brat. It was only fair for her to receive punishments after everything Cammy went through.

Feitan glanced down at her before bringing his eyes back to his book. He wondered why she didn't just run away like her sisters did. He figured that would only cause more problems in the future.

"Jupiter is in charge of the decorations, as always. You already know my size for the dress, pick whichever one it doesn't matter to me and for the rest... you can choose for me."

"I will not, besides, all of that will be taken care of later. Right now, we need to focus on you learning how to fucking dance!" Cammy shouted, loosing her patience already.

(Y/n) flinched upon hearing her loud voice. Never had any of her servants ever raised they're voice at her, neither did her friends. This was the first time one of her close friends had lost their composure. She was shocked to see her friend stress over a simple task. Feitan on the other hand was enjoying the scene. He enjoyed watching (y/n) get flustered over every little thing, including watching her servants finally get tired of her.

(Y/n) began to fidget with her hands, averting her gaze from Cammy and instead staring at the floor.

"Dance? We can skip the dance."

Cammy sighed, dropping the sheets of paper onto the ground.

"You have to have one dance with Eric, it's tradition!" She shouted as she walked off to have a small break from the royal family.

(Y/n) clicked her tongue, slumping back in her chair as she heard the doors slam closed. She didn't want to dance with Eric, nor did she even want to get married. She wanted this palace to burn to ashes. At this point she didn't even want to get crowned, she wanted to live near the beach and spend the rest of her days there.

"I'm guessing you can't dance?" Feitan asked, breaking the silence in between them.

"And I'm guessing you do?" She scoffed, already trying to think of a way to apologize to Cammy for annoying her.

Feitan closed his book, dropping it to the ground before pulling her out of her throne.

"What are you doing?" He had only touched her hand and she already felt her face grow warm.

"Stand up straight."

(Y/n) looked at him before chuckling, slowly backing away as she realized he was trying to teach her how to dance. Though, Feitan's grip only tightened, he pulled her back, their bodies close once again. She kept her eyes down on the ground, too shy from dancing with him. She felt his hand touch her back, keeping her from escaping.

"Why is that every time I'm close to him I feel like passing out?! For sakes, control yourself."

"You can't look down." He bluntly reminded her, sighing that this was taking longer than he expected. She clenched her teeth, cursing to herself for becoming flustered every time he spoke. She looked up, finally staring into his dark eyes and expecting to see him with his bored usual face. Instead his face softened before turning into a smirk.

"Good girl."

"What did you just say?" She panicked, already feeling her face turn hot by his usual teases. Feitan couldn't help but let out a small laugh for the first time. (Y/n) felt the butterflies in her stomach flutter everywhere, for a moment everything felt perfect. Nothing could ruin their moment. It didn't feel like she was living in a nightmare where every morning she would wake up to the sound of another one of her mothers guards shooting someone in the head.
If she had the enough courage to already face her mother than by now she would have ran away with him.

He gave her a small smile before leaving a small kiss on her forehead before he continued to explain how to dance. Though, (y/n) had other things in her mind. She watched him talk but couldn't hear anything, she daydreamed of being with him forever. A dream where they both weren't at the edge of death, a dream where one of them didn't have to risk losing each other, a dream where it wasn't a nightmare.

"Just...follow my lead." He mumbled, finding it difficult to explain how to dance.

(Y/n) only nodded, following him as he stepped off to the side. She looked down at her feet by accident, completely forgetting about looking at him in the eye. She feared that she would step on his feet by accident and mess everything up. It didn't matter to him, it was the first time he was seeing her being quiet instead of being stubborn. He stared at her as she carefully followed his lead, fear in her eyes in case of messing up. Her hands tightened around his as she thought of horrible things.He could tell that she was overthinking stuff again.

"This is embarrassing." She mumbled.

"Really?"

"Where did you learn to dance?" She asked.

Feitan froze from the sudden question, he couldn't just tell her that he was forced to learn how to dance for the parties his mother held.
Already growing a bit bored, he stopped, placing his finger underneath her chin to force her to look at him.

"Stop being difficult to your servants." He changed the topic before leaning in dangerously close just to press his body against hers and give her a small kiss on the lips.

(Y/n) opened her eyes, seeing her familiar ceiling above her. She sat up, hearing the sound of a chain shaking beside her. Her wrists were cuffed to her bed, keeping her from escaping. She wasn't in her throne room behind held by Feitan, nor was she kissed.
She touched her lips, already missing his warm touch.

"Ah..it was just a dream."

She flopped back in her bed, feeling her eyes prickle in tears. Her stomach twisted into a horrible feeling, saddened that she was back in her locked up palace. She noticed her plants were completely dried, no one bothered to water them while she was gone.

After a couple of minutes (y/n) managed to get out of bed, noticing her ankles had been cuffed as well. She didn't blame them, she knew after this they would become more stricter with her.
She walked around her room, checking each plant in hopes of saving at least one.

"Watering a dead plant?....It's worth a shot." She thought as she looked for her watering bucket but her attention was caught by another plant. She stared down at it, the flower completely dried up.

(Y/n) clenched her teeth, falling to her knees before bursting into angry tears. She grabbed the pictures of her and her mother, throwing them against the wall. The glass frame shattered into pieces, glass flying everywhere. Anger took over her as she destroyed her room to release everything she kept bottling inside her. Didn't they realize that she didn't want to be one of them anymore? Running away again felt like a powerful instinct, if she hadn't made a ruckus she was sure that she could have escaped again. But (y/n) had spent years keeping her anger inside, she wanted to release it for once.

She didn't understand why they needed her so badly, she was sure that her mother could find a replacement but she figured they just wanted to see her suffer.

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short chapter :)