MY LOVELY SWEET ROBIN PRINCESS...! ☆⁺‧ (MY MOTHER'S MARRIAGE CONTRACT X LYRICA'S! MOTHER! READER!) ͙
NOTES: Hi, hello!. been daydreaming about a fanfic where the reader is Lyrica's mom (no abuse here, guys!) because Alteris is so so so fine! Enjoy reading.
IMPORTANTTTTT: You're implied to have, like, the same eyes as Lyrica; she didn't specify the hair color!
SUMMARY: Lyrica never even dreamt of the day she and her mother would escape the slums and the poverty that came with them. but even when she did. She never expected to end up as the princess of the empire! So why? With everything from the jewels to the dresses to the food, she'd never ever thought of tasting. Has her mother forgotten about her?!.
LYRICA WOKE UP ONE MORNING. And as usual, she wore her worn-out clothes, tattered and patched up with bad handiwork. courtesy of her mother.
Oh, wait. Lyrica never talked about her mother, did she? Well, luckily, she loved loved loved doing that, so as she wore her shoes, ready to head off to work, her mind began reeling.
"Oh, my mom? She's the most beautiful woman in the world. Even though we live in the slums, everyone that sees her agrees with me too. I got lucky and got the same eye color as her.
the same bright, vivid turquoise color. except hers are slightly darker than mine.
But it just makes my mother look more beautiful!. Last night Mother left, saying she had to do something. and she still hasn't returned.
She wouldn't abandon me, right? ... no, my mother would never do that
snapping out of her train of thought, Lyrica stood up, finished from tying her shoes, and skipped out
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TO ANY OTHER PERSON. The scene looked like this:
The cruel tyrant dragon emperor who froze hearts was now going to freeze the heart of the woman sitting in front of him.
"It's a marriage proposal What's so difficult about that, your majesty?" Y/n repeated for the millionth time that night. head turning every few seconds to look out the wide window just so she could see the time.
Night had bled into day with her arguing with the dragon emperor slouched in front of her.
A week ago she'd come back from the dead. Or so she assumed. One minute the breathing had choked up; she'd wheezed and coughed the smell of burnt skin. Her skin reached her nose, suffocating her till it didn't. Hot charcoal was burning the soles of her feet, and every bit of her was catching fire.
Next she woke up to the face of her daughter staring at her with those big concerned eyes.
The immediate thought was that she was now in heaven. long dead, and her angelic daughter, whom she hadn't seen for so long at that point, was now with her.
till she realized she wasn't, that she'd somehow gone back in time, and promptly cried.
In y/n's last life she died poor. accused of being a seductress and helping aid her witch of a daughter, who was long deceased and burned at the stake. And now her time had come.
well in this life. she decided. She wasn't going to live in poverty. She wasn't going to waste her life working. She wasn't going to let Lyrica die the way she'd died.
No, not in this life. Lyrica would drown in comfort. have everything she desired.
In this life, Lyrica wouldn't just be y/n's princess. No, she'd be the empire's princess. and everyone would witness her daughter. She'd demand it if necessary!.
"You're very..." the emperor Alteris started. He was unfairly hot. tan skin and blue eyes that seemed to pierce her soul. Dark raven hair was pushed back from the number of times he'd run his hands through it.
Y/n had been staring; she wasn't oblivious. and the rumours most definitely didnt do him any justice
He was most definitely hotter than the papers had said. or the pathetic attempts at drawing him.
"Very, what's the word..." he trailed off. eyes scanning her entire being "Bold," he settled on. an amused look on his face. "Sneaking into a ball and proposing a marriage contract to me? Cheeky little thing, aren't you?" His words were laced with playfulness. But if anything, the room was filled with suffocating tension.
"What can I say...I'm a woman of...brilliant ideas?" She shrugged, eyes trained on his dark blue ones. Eye contact wasn't something many made with the emperor.
"Let's say I agree to this...contract." He waved his hand carelessly at the empty air.
"Then I'll be empress for 8 years," you continued. unsure of where this conversation was going.
One, he'd humor her. and then imprison her, and she'd never get to see Lyrica again.
The thought made her skin crawl. the second option was. He'd humor her and actually agree. And y/n most definitely preferred the second option.
"Look, all you're going to lose is 8 years with a really hot woman. I can be a good empress!" Y/n argued, slamming her fists on the table. His eyebrows arched, a smile tugging at the edge of his lips.
"Yeah? And you have experience being an empress? Have I reminded you that I don't even know your name?" the eye contact was still there
his lazy amused ones with hers, which could start a fire.
"I can learn! Besides, would you really rather get married to a Barat?" The threat, if it could even be called one, was low. But anyone with a brain knew that the Barats and the Takars were like oil and water.
They didn't mix.
He sighed, throwing his head back, giving her a view of the column of his throat. Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed His Adam’s apple bobbed with the motion of his throat.
An indecent thought bubbled in her brain before she shot it down. Cheeks now turning red. "And my name's Y/n," she added.
To that he grinned, moving his head back to his original position.
"Alright then. I'll sign the marriage contract, Y/n."
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LYRICA WAS GROWING WORRIED. Her mother had always come home early. Usually with something she'd stolen from the bakery shed worked out.
Sometimes she'd tell her stories that happened at work, and Lyrica would chime in too. Other times her mother would try to convince her to stay home while they ate the 2-day-old stale bread.
"You can stay here at home, and I'll go work and go to school! play with the kids," and her words would enter through one ear and come out of the other.
but tonight. as Lyrica sat on the creaky old wood of their tiny home. knees bundled up to her chest. the cold seeping through her bones.
Panic was all that consumed her mind. What was she thinking? Her mother could barely start a fire!. Lyrica had to wake her up on most days, as she never woke up in time for work. Their silver coins had disappeared.
The thought from earlier crept back in.
My mom has abandoned me.
It started to become the only thing the child believed in as she waited in the house. So in search of her mother, the little girl stood up on her skinny legs, grabbed her worn-out coat, and headed out.
She was freezing even more outside than she was inside. Every breath she took came out in white puffs. Cheeks quickly turning red as she hastened her walk.
"MOTHER?" Lyrica screamed. Maybe she'd accidentally fallen asleep outside? or worse? Maybe she'd gotten injured. or mugged?. The overthinking was seriously starting to get to her.
Out of breath and tired and hungry, Lyrica sat in an empty alleyway.
Her mom wouldn't abandon her, right?. She always told her that she was the most precious thing she'd ever gotten in her life.
tears hung in her eyes lips pursed into a thin line. No, she wouldn't do that!. She knew her mother more than she knew herself. She looked at the ground.
A pair of fancy shoes became visible in her cloud. He had a silver badge; once she looked up, signaling that he was a knight.
"The empress wants to see you," he said with an almost bored tone.
LYRICA HAD A PROBLEM. Two days had passed since she found out the so-called empress was, in fact, her mother.
and that her mother had entered a marriage contract with the emperor of all people! and now beyond her wildest dreams. Lyrica was now a princess.
besides the fact that she went from dirt poor to now a princess who wore diamonds.
Lyrica barely saw her mother. and that made her sad beyond relief. Whenever she'd go to the maids, they'd give her vague excuses.
"Oh, the empress is tired," and "We're sorry she's not hosting an audience at the moment." and a million variations of the words "she's busy."
So with a lot of determination, Lyrica marched down the halls of the opulent and well-lit palace. Sun seeped through ceiling-to-floor windows. Gold edges shimmering everywhere.
Instead of knocking like she had all the other times, Lyrica barged in. a frown on her lips. eyes landing on her mother, who was seated at a nearby vanity.
All movements ceased as the princess took in the scene. The maid was standing behind her mother. brushing her hair. The empress' mouth twisted upwards into a smile at something the maid said.
Lyrica had never found her mother to be more beautiful than at that moment. She inched closer till y/n's eyes caught her from the corner.
Without a word, she extended her arms, beckoning her forward, and Lyrice obliged, allowing herself to be lifted up and placed on her mother's lap. arms circling around Lyrica to keep her still.
Y/n bumped her head with Lyrica's, as if they were sharing a secret. "Hi Lili," she greeted. "I heard you're taking an etiquette class?" She started.
Lyrica nodded, going on a rant about it for a while before she finally confessed to her mother what she had been feeling.
"Mother," Lyrica started, almost shy. "Why don't you want to... want to sit with me anymore?" She asked, cheeks now turning a rosy red, tears almost threatening to spill.
"Oh, Lili," the empress sighed, "I do want to sit with you. It's very silly you think I don't when you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," she exclaimed.
"its just im a little busy right now but as soon as im not ill sit with you for a,illion years okay?" she watched as the smile returned to her daughters face.
she herself also smiling at the scene.
You'll forever be my first choice, Lili. Don't think otherwise, okay?"
The empress didn't wait for a reply. Nor did she let go of the crying child. All she knew was that.
Lyrica was safe. and while that was all that mattered. she knew she'd go to farther lengths to know she was happy because, after all Lyrica Takars' happiness topped anyone else's in the empress' eyes
