Weeping Monk/Lancelot X Fey Princess! Reader.

Weeping Monk/Lancelot x Fey Princess! Reader.

The Weeping Monk was assigned to protect Princess (Y/N) of Scotland, one of the enemies of England but in the works of becoming powerful allies through marriage. Scotland was too dangerous during this war against the Fey, so her parents sent her off with two chests of gold to the Cardenal to ensure her safety.

And she was under strict orders to not turn.

(Y/N) hummed as she bathed in the crystal waters of a nearby lake. She hadn't bathed for three days and felt so dirty.

"Will you not bathe after me?" She called out to the Weeping Monk, she stayed with his back facing her as to not see the princess nude.

That was something only her future husband could see.

And like always, he didn’t respond.

"I'm finished," She said, getting up and grabbing the towel on the branch and wrapping herself in it.

She taught herself how to tie her own corset, with no maids around and nothing but perverted Red Paladins, she didn't want to ask.

As she was tying her corset, she reached for her gown but then made a mistake and slipped. He heard her gasp and saw that she would land on some rocks, and being paid to do this and will certainly die if she's harmed, he quickly grabbed her hand, but then fell himself.

She gasped, not from the water or pain, but the fact that she finally saw him so close. His body was pressed against hers, the water making him wet and leaving no room between them. His hair fell out and revealed beautiful flowing locks and gorgeous blue eyes.

And out of habit, out of the nature of her species, her eyes turned gold.

"Get up," He grabbed her and helped her up, really needing to change and do. . .something else to help his situation, but also trying to shake off what he just saw.

Did her eyes really glow? Or was it just his fascination for the princess messing with his mind?

"Hurry. We have to make camp before nightfall," He told her as he walked away, trying to get the image of her out of his head.

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All you thought about was him. The Weeping Monk plagued your mind, especially after that encounter. But it was him figuring out that the heir to Scotlands throne was a Fey is what terrified you so much.

"Sleep well, Princess."

"Thank you," You smiled, waiting for the last Paladin to fall asleep before you grabbed your bag and started running.

Surely after that, he would slaughter you in your sleep, and you couldn’t take the chances on whether you would live to see the sun.

But, he planned this.

He knew that if you were truly Fey, then you would try to run. But, you were different. He always saw you holding back tears each time he slaughtered towns of Fey families, and always admired you for empathizing with their pain. But, now he figured out why.

"You're a Fey."

You suddenly stopped, hearing his voice right infront of you.

How did he-?

"How is the heiress to Scotland a Fey?" Even though he wasn't trying to sound menacing, you already had a tear running down your cheek.

"My. . .my mother is a Fey. The Queen," You whimpered as he got closer and you stared at the ground.

You didn't want your last moments to be staring at the man you've grown feelings for.

"Why do you watch as they suffer?" He questioned.

And that's when you broke down.

He didn't know what to do. He certainly couldn't comfort you, he is the reason for your tears after all.

"My father is a cruel man. That bastard has a kink for Fey kind, so he married my mother for his own pleasure! He does not care about us, only that his needs are met. . .even by his own blood," That last sentence made him snap.

Your own father, flesh and blood, a man who is supposed to vow to protect you, used you for his own sick desires? His own daughter?

And yet you were never broken on the outside. Lancelot always saw you smiling and happy, but you were in pain.

"These last few months have been t-torturous, but. . .not when I am with you. . .you are so kind to children, so generous and you even give me a smile if I beg for it. . .but why couldn't my father be that way?"

That when he hugged you. You froze for a second, but then relaxed into his arms. His embrace was welcoming, even though his eyes were filled with rage for your father.

"I swear on my life, I will kill that man someday. No one deserves that horridness from their own family. . .I'm sorry."

"You. . .you aren't going to kill me?" You asked.

"I will protect you, my princess. I want to see you rule and make Scotland better for its people, I only ask that I can be around to see it happen," You cracked a small smile.

"Of course. Can this stay between us?"

"As long as I breath, your secret will stay safe."

And began a new friendship and stronger feelings.

a MUCH spicier one will be out soon!!