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*Story is set before the selection of the Six Braves*
A ball was to be held at the palace at exactly seven in the evening. Your father, the king, was the host. As a princess, it was only common sense for you to attend a ball your father himself arranged but unlike the hundreds of princesses who lived for the thrill of gowns and handsome men you'd rather skip out on the stuffy formal greetings and the restricting evening gowns and opt for a simpler way to pass the time which was either reading or stargazing out on your spacey balcony. You've tried asking your father several times to consider letting you off the hook for once but he firmly disagreed then sent you to your room with a large wave of his hand.
It didn't matter to him whether you were a saint or a potential brave, you were royalty and it was your status that set you apart from the rest.
And your father constantly made it a point to remind you that you were different from the rest.
"Your highness, His majesty is calling for you. He sounded very impatient, I don't think he will be pleased if your highness delayed herself any longer." The head maid called, her head bowed in respect despite the reprimanding tone in her voice.
"Kindly tell him I will be there shortly." You replied curtly, pretending to look into the mirror to give her the impression that you weren't finished preparing.
"As you wish." She breathed heavily then left. The king was going to give her an earful, she was just so sure of it.
A sigh found its way to escape your lips as the door clicked close and in an instant you delved into a pile of pillows and stared into nothingness, recounting how many times you sat in the corner of the ballroom bored and tired of dancing with countless nobles you neither knew who nor where they were from. It was hard to keep appearances, to talk to strangers even more so. It was tiresome to say the least and the conversation usually drawls on longer than it should have and the silence that comes next was just as unsettling as the shrug of their shoulders when they leave.
"All they ever care about are titles and nobility, if they were really interested in striking up a conversation they'd at least ask something else other than how big and great our country is." You complained whilst angrily balling up your fist when you remembered the noble that approached you the last time and spent about an hour or so simply talking about his so-called abundant riches.
A cold gust of wind blew through your room and a small smile crossed your lips knowingly before you sat up and addressed the silhouette leaning on the glass door to your balcony.
"You, my dear sir, is fashionably late." You chuckled then quickly swung your legs over the edges of your bed. Even with your back turned and his figure hidden behind the curtains you were a hundred percent sure he was who you thought it would be.
And you were right.
"My target put up a bit of a fight. Couldn't blame me for that no? Nyaa."
Because there could only be one person with such peculiar accent.
"And I thought you were going to boast about how they dropped dead without a fight Hans."
Hans approached you with silent footsteps. Letting a yawn, a groan and what sounded to be like a faint mewl slip past his grinning lips with a stretch of his aching muscles. You peered into his face and it wasn't all that hard to notice that his hair, with its usual messiness, was smeared with blood here and there as well as his clothes. The cat-like assassin made a move to embrace you when he was at a considerable distance but you stopped him just before his arms managed to wrap around your shoulders.
"You'll get blood on my dress, Hans. I don't think any of the nobles would delight in seeing a blood-stained princess." You protest.
"Stingy." He grumbled before deciding to flop into the nearest chair instead.
Your relationship with the assassin was anything but normal. You considered yourself lovers but there was no assurance in that assumption figuring that the assassin nor yourself had never openly professed your love to the other or vice versa, even though you could have sworn that Hans could see through your lies whenever confronted about how you felt. It would also particularly be strange to consider yourselves as friends when the way you both acted was a bit too intimate to fall into the friendship category. But regardless of your relationship, he was someone you found easy to confide with about almost anything and yet sometimes you consider maybe he was just a figment of your imagination, a personification of your desire to be free.
That the great cat-like assassin with his mesmerizing golden eyes and impish smile, was a myth.
Your face scrunched up. Hans (being ever so observant) quick took notice of your sudden change in mood.
"You're thinking again, nyaa." He points out with a lavish wave of his hand.
It was strange how he always managed to act like he knew everything. At this thought, your lips cracked a smile and you spoke your thoughts.
"Oh? Maybe a bit. Hans, I've been wondering, well more than wondering, if you're real? Hardly anyone knows your name, the maids say they often hear me talking aloud as if I was talking to someone and sometimes I'm afraid I might have gone mad. Imagine it on the headline of every article, Princess of (country name) Gone Mad!" And as if to prove your point you threw your hands into the air.
There was a few seconds of silence, probably due to the fact that Hans was still letting the question sink in when he suddenly started to burst out laughing. It was a small chuckle at first which slowly grew in intensity and now he was on the floor, arms around his stomach as he tried to stop the laugh that racked through his chest. The very sound of his laughter filled the room and in an attempt to silence him you flung a pillow at Hans.
And of course this was easily dodged.
"Man that was a good laugh! Nyaa!" Hans said. Wiping away tears of joys with the back of his hand.
"Geez you don't have to laugh so much about it." You muttered, face bright red.
"But it was a stupid question. Are you sure your brain is thinking properly? Nyahaha!"
You shook your head then sighed. "At this point I'm afraid I'm not even sure anymore."
"Don't worry nyaa." Hans walked closer then lifted your chin to meet his golden eyes. His face was a breath apart and with one accidental push the two of you would be kissing.
"Hans what are you-"
"I'll show you just how real I can be nyaa."
In one swift movement your lips were pressed together and Hans had none of the gentleness you expected on your first kiss* his hand held onto your shoulder while the other supported his weight. You didn't respond as much, mostly due to the fact that you were in a state of shock which left you hanging and at a loss for words when Hans pulled away for a breath of air.
With the same silly smile still playing on his lips as usual.
"Was that real enough or do I have to do it again, nyaa?"
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I...have never cried over an anime character before to be honest. Not even when Hide died. okay fine I teared up a bit but THIS HOLY CAT ASSASSIN DROPPED THE BOMB ON ME LIKE WTH. THAT LIGHT NOVEL KILLED ME AND MY HEART, TEARED IT UP INTO PIECES, DUMPED THE PIECES INTO THE TRASH THEN FUDGING GLUED IT BACK TOGETHER AGAIN IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO HIM AGAIN I AM THROWING MY PHONE AT A WALL.
I was supposed to finish this after I finished reading the entire light novel but the feels was too much. Im just...so happy ;u;
I literally cried and my mom even told me I looked like an idiot. To make things worse I was in public lol.
* - My head canon for Hans' kissing :>>>>>>
anyways, thank you for reading
I do not own you, the preview image or any of the characters of Rokka no Yuusha. They all belong to their respective owners.
I was supposed to finish this after I finished reading the entire light novel but the feels was too much. Im just...so happy ;u;
I literally cried and my mom even told me I looked like an idiot. To make things worse I was in public lol.
* - My head canon for Hans' kissing :>>>>>>
anyways, thank you for reading
I do not own you, the preview image or any of the characters of Rokka no Yuusha. They all belong to their respective owners.
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This is cute and funny.
The princess has gone mad xD oh dear...
The princess has gone mad xD oh dear...