{WHO MADE ME A PRINCESS}
After getting reincarnated as Diana's younger brother, Y/N plots to save Anthanasia from her demise.
But what happens when trying to stop the Emperor turns into a blossoming romance and lustful rendezvous?
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🌸WARNING🌸
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"Don't kill her or you're not getting laid for a WHILE." You rolled over off the bed, grabbing your shirt from the floor and stretching your arms.
After two years, Claude's bed had developed a slight creaking noise when it felt friction.
"No guarantees." Claude responded, sitting up in his bed and taking a glance at your lower back as he stretched. You gave him a stern look.
"I'm serious, Claude. No Athy, no ass. Got it?" You threatened, it wasn't like you could actually fight him. But you could deprive him of getting laid.
"That's a lot of talk for a servant, Y/N." Claude mocked, giving a smirk as he reached to his side for his robe. Y/N just rolled his eyes, shoving his shirt back on and yawning.
It had been a full two years of your 'relationship', if you could even call it that. You'd hook up on occasion with Claude, bicker with him, he'd treat you to food and then you'd gossip about it with Felix.
Any normal person would assume you two were a couple, but you could never be sure since it felt as if you were more of the benefits kind of relationship. You also still wanted to dip out of there in case Claude ended up going insane.
Claude had a bitter expression as he recalled Athanasia, his lips curling into a frown. "That woman's child...if I recall her name..." Claude mumbled, you looked over to him curiously.
"You mean Athy?" You questioned, raising a brow in confusion. His expression seemed rather aloof as he began to think of why he left Athy alive.
"Athanasia, the name was amusing." Claude muttered, you attempted to read his expression but you couldn't tell if he was irritated or impressed. You decided not to pry. "It's just a name." You retorted, tying your shoelaces with a grim face.
"A very bold choice is what it was. Her mother certainly was an ignorant-"
"Claude." You stopped him midway through his sentence, warning him to stop. He gave you a cold expression, as if annoyed you had silenced him. "We get it. You hate her." You mumbled.
You had gotten used to his hatred for Diana, but you didn't understand why he had incessantly spoke bitterly of her constantly. It wasn't just because you were her brother that you were irritated by this; you thought he was still holding on to her.
"Watch your tone. I'm very willing to take you here, sprawled on the floor like a mutt." Claude threatened, his eyes widening with a scary look on his face. Your brows furrowed and you grit your teeth. 'fucking pervert..' you thought to yourself, blushing at the thought.
