Being the Younger Sister of Yandere Albert James Moriarty
Author Note: I still don't know what I'm doing, but here's some headcanons, I guess idk.
You were the youngest child, and only daughter, of Count Moriarty.
In a noble family with two elder sons, your existence was often forgotten.
An elder son would become the heir, while the second son would only be there in case something happens to the eldest son. And the only daughter? Her fate was to inevitably be married off to another noble family.
You would have been neglected, left to the care of disinterested servants.
If it weren’t for your eldest brother.
Albert adores you - innocent, pure, untainted you.
He sees himself as your sole protector against a cruel and uncaring society.
Even against his own family…
You were too young to realize their true nature, so Albert had to watch you hopelessly pine for the love of your family.
It would be impressive, your tenacity, if it wasn’t so pitiful.
You seemed to always trail after them with the most innocent of smiles, despite your father’s dismissal, or your mother’s shrillness, or your second brother’s cruelty.
Albert couldn’t bring himself to dismiss you like the rest of his family, and of course you would grow attached to the only one who showed you a hint of kindness.
He shares many memories with you: your first steps, your first words, etc.
The little time he spends at home is taken up by you, whether it be reading a new story to you or strolling through the garden together.
Albert enjoys the small moments with you, the only one he considers his family.
However, he does worry about you…
What would your future be? You were protected by your brother now, but what about when you came of age? He knew his father was already looking for some suitors for you from wealthier families.
Would you be subjected to a loveless marriage like many girls before you? As a pawn for your parents?
That’s when he met two brothers…
Albert would never allow you to be involved with his plans.
He promised himself that, as he left the flaming wreckage of the manor, carrying you alongside William and Louis.
It’s somewhat difficult in the beginning; it wasn’t strange why you seemed scared and withdrawn. But many were confused why you didn’t seem to recognize your older brother…
But William assured people, with a seemingly pained smile, that the fire likely had a toll on you mentally. It was hard, he said, but as long as you were safe and healthy…
No one has the heart to question him, a child who has lost everything, or Albert, who easily supported his claim.
You grew up to be a pampered noblewoman.
You live with your brothers in a quaint little manor with a lovely rose garden.
Louis, your third brother, was a quiet yet devoted man. The house was always impeccable under his management. Still, you worried about how hard he worked sometimes.
William, your second brother, was a marvel. Even when he was young he was seemingly blessed with endless knowledge. A true prodigy, he was.
However, you were closest with your oldest brother, Albert.
From a young age, he was there to take care of you. He oversaw your etiquette lessons, brought you along to his charitable work, and showered you with gifts and attention.
But, if you were hard pressed, you would say you weren't fond of his protectiveness.
You had no friends outside your family and staff, and Albert would turn away any potential suitors.
You loved him, but it seemed he was determined to keep you as his precious little sister.