Obsessed: royal family x reader [ BEING REWRITTEN]

Chapter 1

" Charlotte, Charlotte!" The king says to a young girl in a cell, " are you awake my dear" the girl curls into a smaller ball

Her chain's rattle and she pulls her feet higher, she wasn't asleep she was ignoring the old man she called "father". that man wasn't her father and she knew that well, all she knew was that he was a king keeping her locked away from something or someone. She didn't know her "real" family, nor her origin just that her name Is y/n and that she's being kept from something. As a child, she knew that these people weren't her family.

A big clue of that was the fact she wasn't a demon, all demon children have a bright red mark on their chest even the ones with a little demon DNA in them alongside with fast-growing sharp nails, she remembers looking at a puddle after dropping her water bowl, she was never allowed to see herself so that meant she was never without bandages on her chest and her hands, but that time when looking into the water seeing her self she removed the bandages and gaped, she had no mark nor long nails like her father nor siblings

Another role into knowing that they were not family was their looks, the king and his family were extremely pale like corpses their veins being seen everywhere, her, on the other hand, looked alive and well her skin never looking like there's, another point was their hair, it being crimson black besides the blonde wife, was prominent in the kids, except her, she neither had crimson black hair, nor blonde hair, she had h/c, plus the texture was oddly different, their hair was thin, so thin in fact that it resembles hair from paintings. The 2nd to the last factor was the size, the king and his family surpassed 6ft, their children only being 16 and standing at a whopping 6'4. While y/n only stood at a y/h and was only a year behind

The last thing was the mole, that cursed mole her "father" detested so much, she was the only one to have it, and by the states of the king that was a terrible thing.

" Charlotte? " she cringed her eyes shut, holding everything in her not to scream her lungs out

That name, that godforsaken name that she learned to despise, she didn't know if it was just because of how much it's been said or the way they've been saying it she just learned to hate it, more than them.

She knew her name was Y/n, one of the oldest guards told her. sir John was his name, he's was as old as your "father" presumably but seemingly his body aged faster

He confessed it to her when she was young before her cell living, he told her that her mother had a chance to name her that, before she disappeared, she often always wondered if that's who her supposed father was protecting her from, maybe her mother was a bad person or just unfit to take care of her, she wasn't too sure, she didn't care either, what's in the past needs to sometimes stay there for ones own good she always thought.

" Charlotte! Hey it's me"

She curls into her little ball closing eyes knowing not to shut too hard or they'll know she's awake

" brother do you think she's asleep" "I dunno let's check" a third voice said sounding like a rowdy grumpy teen. She heard her gate open and footsteps of heels " hey brat you awake" he punches her in the back, she didn't move a muscle, she learned over time to feel numb towards the thirds one abuse he constantly hit her and pulled her hair ever since they were children so eventually she gained the ability to tune out the various pain.

More footsteps go in the cell " brother leave her be, and stop hurting her" the softer one said, he was much quieter than his counterpart. though the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, he was just like his brother

If not worse.

He would watch her sleep, bathe, sometimes he would even hurt her himself. His attacks were much worse going on for hours and having a tendency to leave scars,