Swan Princess
(Yandere! Prince Amleth x Reader)
You were sitting down inside the women treatment room. The hairdressers were steaming your hair and brushing it. While the nail artists were painting your toes to your favorite color after grooming them.
That was your routine once a week. And that routine would include being interrupted by....
The door bursted open to none other than Prince Amleth. The spoiled son of the Raven King. You sighed. He was early today. He must have woken up before the usual.
The blonde boy grinned mischievously and ran to you before yanking a strand of long hair.
"Leave me be!" You screeched.
"My father is here. He wants all allies to attend the feast."
"I will not attend." you sat back down on your seat.
Prince Amleth frowned. "Why is that?"
"I do not wish to be gluttonous."
You could care less of dieting. You were scared of the King's mean brother. Fjoolner. The way he would stare at you...
You knew what he was thinking. That old man.
"As Prince, I order you to come." Amleth frowned.
You looked at him. Then lowered your eyes.
Smirking at your submission, the young boy left.
That kid will be the death of you. He was five years younger than you but acted like an elder. He would pinch you whenever and bite you like a cat. No doubt he will be a good Viking.
Vikings. You hate them. Rude conquerors. You frowned. You hoped you were not to marry one.
There were rumors Fjoolner wanted to marry you when you grow older. You hoped that was a lie.
You arrived at the dinner party, you paid respects to the Queen and King. You of course saw Prince Fjoolner staring. Gulping, you bowed to him. He seemed pleased. "A well mannered girl who was born to poverty has the grace of a Queen. What lucky man is to be your husband."
"I don't wish to marry, sir." You shrugged.
Fjoolner cocked his head to the side. "Why so?"
"I hate Vikings."
Fjoolner chuckled. "You want a man of gentle nature like yourself?"
You nodded. Fjoolner threw his head back and laughed which made the others join. He ruffled your hair then walked passed you.
The Raven King heard it all. He gave you a gentle smile. "By Odin, I will pray you get a husband who will treat you like a Queen of glass."
"Thank you, King."
"Name!"
You turned to see Prince Amleth. He was dressed to his best. If it was not for his attitude. He looked like an Angel. You didn't believe in Odin but (religion) you doubted Amleth would know what an angel was.
You smiled back. Amleth saw and felt his cheeks redden. He grabbed your hand. "Dine next to me."
What is the worse to happen?
After the feast was finished. Prince Amleth walked next to his father down the halls. The Queen went to sleep.
"Father, I want to marry Name!"
The King looked down and smiled. "Yes. Name would complete you. I never had daughters. I want her to join the family."
"When?"
"Tomorrow night. I will make you a man. Then the wait will be over."
Fjoolner hid in the shadows. His jaw clenched. His plans must change sooner. For your sake to be his instead of his spoiled nephew.
author's note. you are 18 and amleth is underage. you will not romance with him till years later