The war between our worlds (Marshall Lee X Reader)

Shapeshifting, tears, and sealed hearts

I tackled Fraunx to the ground, satisfied when the smirk left her face.
When her eyes widened in surprise, and not a single smart remark could could escape from her lips.
She gasped, wrapping her hands around my wrist in a weak attempt to get me to let go.
Cinnadale snatched me away from her, pinning my hands behind my back.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N), control yourself!"

"Let me go! Release me at once!"
I fought against him, struggling to get my hands on Fraunx again. To tare every red curl out of her head, to make her apologize for disrespecting my people.
This was such a stupid idea, why did we ever agree to follow her into the woods? How could we have been so stupid? So quick to abandon our kingdom all for some letter that could have easily been forged, that could have been fake.
We didn't even think twice!
Who was Fraunx anyway?

"Let me go, why are you protecting her? Why do you trust her!?"

"Princess, this isn't the way."

Fraunx was on her feet again, her hair was a mess but that horrible smirk of hers was back.

"Well, you sure are your father's daughter, Aren't ya!?"

Her eyes were huge, she looked deranged. She brushed the dirt off of her brown dress, walking towards us.
I felt a growl rise in my throat, felt my nails digging into the palms of my balled fist.
Something was raging inside, the wanting to slap the smirk off her face again.
She held her hands behind her back, one of her eyes were twitching.

"You've got the same look of murder in your eyes, his go narrow just like that when he's hunting."

I didn't care if she knew my father or not, she was dangling it over my head like a prize and she was going to pay for it.

Cinnadale was there again. His warm breath was brushing against my ear, his whispers gentle like the wind.

"Control yourself, princess."

Fraunx drew closer, almost skipping. She observed me, tilting her head.

"Well, go on! Do it."

"Do what!"

"You know, shape shift! Turn into a wolf and attack me! You've got it in you!"

I've never shape shifted. Honestly, I had never left the castle before Cinnadale's training. It never concerned me, it wasn't necessary. I was a princess, usually my work had nothing to do with shapeshifting. I didn't even hunt with my people on our special moon holidays, it was tradition for royalty to stay behind.
Cinnadale had never asked me to during training, had never challenged me in the arena.
My jaw tightened, and I pulled harder against him.

Fraunx wasn't right about me.
I wasn't just a princess.
I could do other things, even when tradition was against it.
Everyone had been treating me like a baby my entire life, pampering me, keeping me away from the war.
My father fought in the war as a wolf, why couldn't I?
I was a warrior too, no matter what he thought, no matter what anyone thought.
Fraunx wasn't right, he cared about me.
I was vicious, I was ruthless, I was going to tare Fraux apart.

I imagined canines sharpening in my mouth, sharp claws growing out of my fingers, attacking Fraunx with all I had.

"Can't do it, Can ya?"

I realized that my eyes were clamped shut, and that absolutely nothing was happening to me.
Cinnadale was still holding me tight, trying to soothe me with now distant whispers.

"W-why can't I-"

"You ever notice why you don't have a pair of these, princess?"
She gestured to the orange "Neko ears" on her head, a trait that most of the people of Circe had.
A rarity for only the tribial werewolves.
They could make them go away if they wanted, the ears only sprouted when they were angry or ready shape shift.
But usually, they wore them with pride. Like accessories at balls, or crowns.
Even Cinnadale had a pair of glistening, white ears peeking through his ominous hair.
I never had them, the servants told me it was just defect. That they would probably grow in with age, usually after the first time I shape shifted. Though they would never let me shift, they told me that it was never necessary for royalty.
A princess had no need for war.

"That's enough, Fraunx."
Cinnadale had his axe drawn, and was suddenly standing infront of me.

"You've said enough, I think it's time for you to stop."

"Ohhhh? So, you know too palace guard?"

"K-know what?"
I looked from Fraunx to Cinnadale, confused

Cinnadale grimaced, the grip on his Axe tightening.

"I said that's enough. Disrespect the princess again and I will decapitate you right here and now. This is your only warning, girl."

Fraunx looked up at Cinnadale, it was the first time I had noticed how small she was compared to him. It was hard to see her that way. Just the way she spoke and carried herself, how obnoxious and boastful she was. Her agorance alone was enough to make me see her as someone much bigger than she really was.

"Alright, Palace guard. I'll keep quiet for the sake of your precious princess."

Cinnadale put his Axe away, slinging it into the strap across his back.

"We should call it a night, too much has happened already. C'mon, (Y/N) we're getting some rest."

I waited for Fraunx to make some snide remark about Princesses and how they couldn't sleep on anything but 1'000 sheets of silk and Phoenix feathers, but she kept her mouth shut.

The anger had left along time ago, just the fact that Cinnadale had spoke was enough to soothe me. He knew about my anger issues, he knew how to calm me down just by looking at me.
That was head guard for you.
Around long enough to know when to grab me before I even knew I wanted to attack, to be by my side before I even know I feel lonely, to hug me before I even know when I'm going to cry.

We stood there in the cave together, I had barley even realized the tears were falling until his arms wrapped around me.

"It's okay, Princess. I put Fraunx in her place, it's okay."

"What did she mean when she said Himona didn't care about me? That he d-didn't care enough to take me wherever he went, yet she knows everything about him. "

"Princess, none of that matters. I know your father cared about you, and we're going to find him."

The tears feel easily with him there, with his voice. Just like when we were kids, he knew how everything worked, he understood. When the officials were pressuring me to be more like Himona, when the problems of the people weighed down on my shoulders, when I missed someone I could barely remember.
Himona was like a father to Cinna, since his had died in war.
His mother and I were all he had left, and I could tell by the way he hugged me each time that no one else was getting in.

His trainee's were there too, but we had a special place.
His heart was sealed, whether it was by choice or not.

A/N:
Whoop! Guess what!? I'm not dead!
Here's your long awaited update people, enjoy! <3