Ok so this doesn’t need to be 100% like the request but similar
Can you do a Princess in the Mirror fanfic where MC is tired of people telling her to “act more like a princess?” So she decides “fuck it” and starts to act as much as a princess as she possibly can and pretty much does what Faris does and fakes her entire personality in public. Then when people start commenting on how she isn’t acting herself she’s like “I’m just doing what everyone has been telling me to do 😊”
Heck, even the king is slightly unsettled by this change
You can make this go however you want
Please and thank you ♡
Just What You Wanted
Fandom: Princess In The Mirror (Otome)
Featured Characters: Most of the major characters but focused on the Princess
Genre: Semi-angsty psychology
Rating: occasional language and thematic elements
Description: The Princess is finally ready to admit that being in this new world isn’t a dream - and she’s ready to become the monarch everyone is pushing her to be… And more.
A/N: Ohhh anon, this is so deeply satisfying~ 😈👿 It’s how I had to frame my mc to be able to read through the story. Hopefully the tone conveys the overall feeling of, well, satisfaction. (Also fuck the king very much)
Warnings: | angst | political slavery | mentions of abuse culture |
I lay in bed, exhausted and sobbing at the end of another horrible day from the longest week of my life. The voices of so many people trying to make me do what they want go through my head.
‘Straighten up! You look like a gnarled, hunchbacked old woman.’
‘Come now, Princess, don’t I deserve a smile?’
‘You are expected to produce an heir as soon as possible to prevent the people from being more unsettled.’
‘Don’t look away from the duke like that! You refuse to engage with people now, but you’re going to have to.’
So many voices trying to make me accept that this isn’t a dream, a coma. That this is real.
So many faces in the palace and on the streets looking up to me with fear and hope.
So many people that I desperately disagree with.
…So many ways I can imagine changing things.
My daydreams have turned away from tv shows and hoping for someone at work to ask me out. My every thought has been consumed by politics and psycho-analyzation of strangers in a strange world.
A country that they are forcing me to take care of.
I sit up, all of my rage coalescing into a crystalline-sharp form.
And something snaps inside me.
Looking around this room, the moonlight gently illuminating the space, I take in every detail. Every fold of the fabric, every carved niche in the bedframe, the chill in the air.
I can’t run anymore. I know the truth. This is real.
And the people here are real. Their pain, their fears, their hopes and loves - they are real.
And they are not being properly protected by the people in this god forsaken building.
The emotions of fear and self-pity melt away all at once. I get up and go to the letter writing desk, lighting a candle and pulling out the neglected diary in its drawer.
I’m amazed by how quickly it fills - not with pouting, self centred emotions, but with ideas for action, borne of rage as much as hope.
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When the knock at the door sounds, it is accompanied by a horrible scraping sound.
“Um, Princess? What’s going on?” Simeon calls out.
I rise and walk to the door, moving the chair away from under the handles.
“Ah, there is our lovely Princess’s face…” He trails off when he sees my expression. Behind him, Flora and Mary peek around to meet my eye.
“Things are going to change,” I announce firmly. “Starting today.”
Stepping aside to open the door wider, I begin with the new orders.
“No one is to open my chamber door without explicit, verbal permission. Mr. Simeon, I want to see other quarters that may have a more appropriate layout - namely a reception room before the actual bedroom. Captain Zell, come in as well.”
The four people file into my room, looking apprehensive.
“Captain Zell, security is far too lax. I require a full escort at all times. We will discuss the details later. Simeon, I need to know what my personal budget is, and who do I speak with about it. Flora and Mary, bring me whoever is making all of these clothes. Production stops immediately until I have made my own arrangements with them. I will not have so much work and money go into more dresses that make me feel like a haunted baby doll. I also require self defence lessons and a map of the castle.”
All of them stare at me with shock. It is Zell who finally speaks up.
“Princess… What has come over you?”
I put on a smile - one of the first that I actually mean. “I tried to ignore reality. But no more. Starting now, I make the rules.”
My expression softens into something more remorseful. “I have failed to even ask you about yourselves. I intend to correct the mistakes of my selfishness immediately. But in the meantime, you all have your orders. While I get dressed, please repeat them back to me so I know there have been no miscommunications.”
After a moment of stunned silence, they jump into action. While they list their instructions, a knock comes to the open door.
“You idiot. A note on my door isn’t enough to excuse…” Vincent finally registers all of the people in my room. “What’s going on here?”
I throw a smile his way as Mary hastily finishes my hairdo.
“Ah, master Vincent. We need to talk. Everyone else except Flora and Zell are excused.”
They exchange looks as the crowd thins, and I turn to my tutor. “Mr. Vincent. Starting now, I want every word of communication you make to me to be purposeful, specific, and useful. Together we will learn how to set aside emotion in favour of developing strategy and working to solve problems, rather than just complaining about them.” His eyes are wide as he stares at me. “Have I left any room for misunderstanding?”
“…No, Princess.”
This is actually kind of fun. “Good. Thank you. I spent some time prioritising what I need to learn. We will focus more on those topics for now. I am certain you will agree; there is no reason to delay learning the most critical information and skills. I must attend breakfast, so let us get going.”
“Oh, but first.” I turn to Flora and hold out my notebook. “Ms Flora, are you able to write?”
She nods, looking at me like I’ve been replaced by an alien. “Yes, Princess.”
I offer her a genuine smile. “Excellent! May I ask you to be my note taker? My mind has been going a mile a minute and I can not permit forgetting anything at all.”
“A-as you wish.”
“Thank you so much.”
As we parade out of my quarters, already something comes to mind. “Ah, Flora. Starting a list on page twenty six, add ‘labour laws’ and below it ‘military and essential service labour laws’.”
Beside our footsteps and the scratch of a pencil on paper, my entourage is absolutely silent.
Once out into a grander hall, I remember something. “Say, Mr Vincent, what is this kind of roof called? This rounding at what would be the corners of the walls?”
“I… actually don’t know. I am less versed in architecture.”
“Ah. I remember seeing a t- I mean, a program where they said that shape helps with temperature regulation throughout a space. I’ve always enjoyed architecture, and would like to study it. Can you arrange such lessons in another month or two?”
I hear footsteps coming towards us, and as we found the corner, the four noble sons cross our path.
“A woman wanting to study architecture? Absurd,” Luca scoffs.
I offer him a smile filled with venom. “I disagree. Lord Savini, I will ask of you what I asked of another this morning - You waste your own mental and emotional energy as well as mine with your senseless complaining. Either propose a way to fix the problem and be useful, or be silent. This is an order.”
The men stare at me in the same utter shock as the group before.
He furrows his brow and practically snarls at me. “What do you think you’re doing? You are in no place to scold me when there is so much you can’t do, pajama broad.”
Falco tries to step between us, but I hold up a finger to stop him.
I remain calm, clasping my hands behind my back. “You are trying to deflect by showing aggressive physical behaviour meant to make me submit in fear. I condemn this learned instinct.” His eyes grow wide, and I can see the slightest tilt of his head in confusion.
“Now, there is at least as much that I am ignorant of as you are. I cannot claim omnipotence any more than you can. So, Luca Savini, let us learn and rise up together.”
I smile at him, and the tension in the air snaps when Simeon sighs.
“Look at our Princess! I wonder if it is her red undergarments that have given her such courage today.”
I turn on him, my smile falling. He swallows hard. I let the silence stretch for moment to make him and everyone else focus on this moment.
Just as he takes a breath to speak, I raise a hand to stop him.
“Mr Simeon. You need to understand that your joking enables and reinforces a culture of rampant abuse, violence, and murder.” The blood drains from his face. “You, intentionally or not, embolden people to accept objectification and you subjugate unwilling women to appease your selfish whims. You make it harder for women to say no because ‘it’s just a joke’.”
I take a deep breath. “From this moment onward, you are forbidden from contributing to a culture of fear and selfishness. Do you understand?”
The man looks like he’s about to be sick. He drops to his knees. “…I never thought about it that way. I cannot begin to apologise enough, Princess. Please forgive me.”
I meet his eye. “It is not for me to forgive. Flora? ‘Survivor’s bill of rights. Witness protection program. Safe houses. Prison reform.’”
With a sigh, I turn back to the stunned noblemen. “Let’s get to breakfast, shall we?”
When Farris asks, “What happened to you?” I reply simply this time.
“I woke up.”
We file into the dining hall, and I wait in the doorway until the room turns to look at me. Joseph is the first to catch on. He stands at his place, gesturing to the others to do the same. Slowly, all of the noblemen and the two women in the room slowly get to their feet.
Satisfied, I offer them a smile and incline my head before going to take my place at the king’s side.
“Good morning, uncle.”
He stares at me with surprise and suspicion. “What’s gotten into you this morning?”
I smile at him, hoping it doesn’t come across as menacing. “I know what I need to do to serve this country. No more wasting time.”
As soon as our plates have been brought in, I look down the table and address the Minister of Foodstuffs. I ask for his tutelage, followed by the Minister of Defence and Trade.
The king huffs a quiet sound of approval. “I’m glad to see you taking things seriously.”
This smile I don’t bother to edit much of the sheer loathing from. “You inspired me, uncle.”
His eyes widen at first. “Mm. Well, I’d like to discuss with you then how your search for a husband is going.”
“Oh? Good. There is much to discuss.”
After the room and table have cleared, the king holds me back.
“We will talk here.”
“Very well.” Clasping my hands behind my back again, I stand tall and summon an aura of authority. “Shall I relay to you my current assessment of the four noblemen in question?”
“Yes. Do.”
I smile and go through the list quickly.
“Lord Luca is a dangerously ignorant narcissist. I would not trust him to feed my cat, let alone with a country’s military.
“Lord Farris is unwell. His trauma, whatever it may be, has manifested classic symptoms of self preservation that make me uncertain whether he would ever be trustworthy.
“Lord Falco seems to be, and I say this with full acknowledgement of my own lacking, less intelligent than me. Which is a critical requirement for my co-ruler to possess.
“Lord Joseph is nice, but he lacks persuasion skills, command, and drive. Again, it is a matter of them having the skills that I do not.
“And so, I cannot in good conscience allow control of the country to belong to any of them.”
The king blinks a few times before scowling mightily. “They are all the options you have.”
I reply quickly. “Then we need a greater saturation of people who have the education and skills so that the people are not trapped being governed by someone unsuitable. Do you disagree that they deserve the best?”
He slams his hands on the table. “You don’t know what you are talking about! That is not the way things are!”
I shoot him the most professional death glare possible.
“That is not what I asked.”
This makes him pause, his breath catching visibly. His face is turning red. “You will do what is necessary to follow my orders.”
A smile naturally finds its way to my lips. “I will do what is necessary for the protection of the people’s lives and futures. Please understand, uncle. I am not some bitch on a chain for you to order and tug about - to breed as you please.”
I say the next part slowly.
“You trap me here, offering me a crown and a country. I accept. Know that it is a woman prepared to become a Queen that you are dealing with.”
He stares at me in utter shock, for once speechless.
I put on another smile. “Are you not pleased? You wanted me to accept this life of slavery you forced me into. So I accept a life of service - to the people of Kristein.
I’ve never felt so powerful as I lay down the law for this bastard.
“I accept the responsibility of holding corruption accountable. I accept the responsibility of securing a safe and reliable future - and that is not guaranteed through a system that relies on sexual and child slavery to function. I accept the responsibility to choose a trustworthy and competent co-ruler. Your options are insufficient. Another will have to be chosen. Such is my responsibility.”
He looks at me like I’m some sort of demon. And I chuckle, sighing contentedly.
“Isn’t this just what you wanted?”
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drabbles
those lists with multiple characters
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pregnancy
lots of angst for angst’s sake, ya know?
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degradation
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Ikemen Prince • Multi-character
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* 21st Century Time Travel AU
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* How Can I Say No To You?
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One Piece (Live Action)
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Princess In The Mirror
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Roy Invidia • Court of Darkness
* Drowning
Toa Quelsum • Court of Darkness
* Confession
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* Arranged Marriage AU Ikepri
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