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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Mikhail Blake X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: The five-year-old princess of Avillon is a cute and lovable child. However, she is a menace to her older brother. After being rescued from a prank gone wrong, Mikhail was then appointed to become her guardian and playmate.

Word Count: 4,168

Avillon, a small nation on the west continent, is a country full of knights and dedicated to upbringing justice and equality in its people. And the one who reigns over it was an impartial monarch who was barely an adult. The fallen country is a peaceful nation, yet there's never a day when the citadel was lacking its occasional chaos. The black-haired monarch—who is of 20 years of age—has a cute yet naughty little sister who never fails to bring life to the stagnant activity inside the citadel.

The young princess is of five years of age with soft (h/l) (h/c) hair, smooth (s/c) skin, and beautiful (e/c) eyes. She was considered the precious jewel of Avillon, yet, despite her cute appearance, her troublemaking personality was something of a headache to every person in the citadel. And just like many days before, the young princess (Y/n) is actively causing trouble to her older brother and his knights...

"P-princess! Please get down from there, princess! You'll hurt yourself if you continue climbing up the throne!" A young maid panicked, worry etched on her face as she tried to persuade the girl to get down. Yet, despite her cries, the (h/c)ette ignored her words and grabbed the spiky scale of the dragon to climb up further. "P-princess, please! Your older brother, His Highness, will be worried if something bad happened to you! What if you accidentally hurt yourself?"

"No! Big Brother doesn't play with me anymore! I'm angry at him! I'm gonna play a prank on him so that he'll finally notice me!" The girl huffed, an angry pout present as she reached for the next scale.

"P-princess!"

"Eh?"

The maid's face paled, a hand over her parted mouth as she watched the young girl's footing slipped and she failed to grab the next wings on time. (E/c) eyes were wide in shock, tears starting to emerge as she waited for her inevitable fall. The maid pushed forward as she tried to catch the girl to save her from injury, however, she was too far away to get her. Fortunately, even if the maid failed to save her mistress, someone else was able to safely catch the princess.

"Phew... That was close," Fram sighed in relief.

"She doesn't have any injury, right? If she does, just leave her to me!" Charlotte said.

"Geez... And here I was wondering what was the commotion about," the young lord face-palmed, walking over to the trio by the throne, Fram and Charlotte trailing behind him. "Thank you for saving my sister, Mikhail."

"It's no problem, Your Highness," the silver-haired elf nodded. He then glanced down at the trembling figure of the girl in his arms, her small arms clutching tightly to his shirt. "Are you alright, princess?"

(Y/n) glanced up, meeting the blue eyes of Mikhail with her teary eyes. She hiccupped, burying her face in his chest. "Big brother... Hnng..."

The Lord sighed in exasperation, yet he still held a gentle smile on his face. He sauntered over them and took the girl from his knight's grasp. The young girl began to sob in her brother's arms, hugging him tightly while he soothes her back, whispering reassurance to her. The three knights and the maid watched as the ravenette successfully calmed the princess down, eventually sleeping in his hold.

He dismissed the maid, thanking her for watching over the princess. Then, he gestured for Charlotte to come closer to inspect his little sister. She abode by his orders and checked the (h/c)-haired girl for any injuries, which thankfully she had none. He then sighed in relief, facing his knights.

"The princess sure is getting troublesome, huh?" The black-haired knight commented, rubbing her head as she glanced at the sleeping girl. "I didn't expect that she would climb that dragon throne."

"Thankfully she wasn't injured at all. It's all thanks to Mikhail!" Charlotte added, smiling brightly.

"It's nothing. I just did what is right," he replied, bashfully turning away to hide his blush.

"Though I wonder why the lil' princess decided to climb the throne," Fram wondered, placing a thumb under her chin.

"Maybe she was curious about the design?" The blonde half-elf suggested.

The monarch of Avillon shook his head, sighing once again. "I heard that she's been like this for the past week. She is mad that I kept ignoring her and refused to play with her."

"Oh, so it's Your Highness's fault," Fram blurted out. The ravenette sweat-dropped at the girl's bluntness. Nevertheless, he didn't hold it against her.

"Anyway, since Princess (Y/n) is likely to continue doing dangerous things like this, having a maid to watch over her won't do," he faced his ranger, eyes gleaming with resolve. "Mikhail, as of now onwards, I will appoint you as my little sister's bodyguard. I want you to watch over her wherever she goes and report to me her activities at the end of the day."

"Yes, Your Highness," Mikhail saluted.

"That's all. Everyone is dismissed. I will be returning my little sister to her room."

Even after a week has passed since the incident, the young princess continued making trouble for everyone inside the citadel. Even if the scale of her chaotic behavior isn't that grave unlike last time, she is still considered a pain to deal with. And according to the monarch's request, Mikhail did his guarding duty flawlessly. From the time Princess (Y/n) would wake up to the time she would put to sleep, the silver-haired ranger would keep a close watch on her from the shadows. And per usual, he reports his findings to his superior.

"I see. So she's still causing trouble despite that," the raven-tressed monarch sighed, rubbing his temple to ease his incoming headache. "Thank you for keeping watch on my sister, Mikhail."

"No — it is Your Highness' order so I must fulfill it," the mentioned male refuted, bowing at his lord.

"Does she often sees you?"

"Pardon? What do you mean by that, Your Highness?"

"I know that you were guarding her in the shadows, though is there a time when she would notice you?"

Mikhail placed his fingers under his chin, thinking about his lord's words. "I don't vividly recall... But I believe that are times that she would, especially when meeting Fram and the others."

"I see," the monarch nodded. A smile crept upon his face as he regarded Mikhail. "Are you okay with the idea of spending time with my little sister?"

"With Her Highness?"

The ravenette nodded. "Because of circumstances, I became busy recently and cannot play with her. And since you're already keeping watch of the princess, I was wondering if you would like to play with her. In this way, she would cause less trouble for you and the others."

"If it's an order then I would be willing to carry out your wishes, Your Highness," Mikhail expressed.

"I was just asking; if you're uncomfortable with this task then I wouldn't force you to do it."

"I guess I can handle Princess (Y/n)... Although I'm not sure how to act around her," the silverette frowned, a conflicted expression present on his face.

The Lord smiled. "It's fine. Despite how she is, that girl is very welcoming of others, especially someone like you. Don't worry, you'll get used to my little sister after some time."

"Big sis Fram, will you come and visit me again?" The high-pitched voice of a young girl asked, her (e/c) eyes gleaming with hopeful expectancy.

"Yup! And we'll be playing lots with you, Lil' Highness!" The female knight grinned, ruffling the princess's (h/c) hair.

"A-ah! You shouldn't ruin Princess (Y/n)'s intricate hairstyle like that!" Johan fussed, sweat-dropping at his colleague's raucous attitude towards the youngest royalty.

"It's fine~ Lil' Highness doesn't seem to mind it at all."

"But that's just you!"

"Don't fight, big bro Yoyo, big sis Fram. I'm fine, see?" At that, the girl outstretched her hands, showing the blonde that she is okay with whatever the ravenette does to her.

Just seeing how adamant the girl is, Johan gave in and sighed. "If that's what Your Highness wants."

"Hehe~ Maybe you're just jealous that Fram gets to touch Princess (Y/n) like that~" Charlotte teased, giggling when Johan immediately refuted her words with a slight blush.

"Don't worry! I'll allow big sis Fram, big sis Lottie, and big bro Yoyo to pat my head whenever you want!" (Y/n) declared proudly, a spark of the energetic aura surrounding her.

Inevitably so, the three knights were captivated by her cuteness and gushed over the five-year-old child. It's one of those days when the knights would encounter the young princess on one of her walks around the citadel. Whenever they have free time, they would accompany the princess and often engage in conversations. They would play together as a way to entertain the child and even take a break from their knightly duties. It wasn't like before when they would only see a glimpse of the girl roaming around while trying to find ways to cause trouble; this time, they were fortunate enough to spend time with the infamous troublemaker.

However, for a certain silver-haired elf, he wasn't given the luxury to even spend time with the said child. It wasn't that he wasn't allowed to, it's more like he was hesitating whether or not approaching the girl out of nowhere would be a good first meeting between them. Furthermore, Mikhail isn't a sociable type of person, so he doesn't even know how to handle a child. That's why despite his role as her guard, he could only watch her from afar without her knowing.

After bidding goodbye to the knights, little Princess (Y/n) decided to roam the garden once more. Mikhail followed after her at a safe distance. The weather today was wonderful for a stroll outside the citadel grounds, after all. The afternoon breeze was chilly yet the warm sun brought balance to it; flower petals and leaves float around the heavenly place, bringing life to the vacant garden. Despite being outside for long as part of his task as a ranger, the male elf never once thought of how beautiful a place could be, especially one of where he currently resides. A small smile emerged on his lips, closing his eyes as he inhaled the sweet crisp scent of nature.

"Uwah~ I had tons of fun today!" The small girl chirped as she plopped on the edge of the water fountain. She leaned over a bit, admiring her reflection in the water. "I hope big sisters and big brother would come and play with me again."

Mikhail leaned against a tree, arms crossed as he carefully observed his mistress. Princess (Y/n) continued to talk to herself and watch the water of the fountain for a while before she hopped off it to run around the nearby bushes and flower patches. His blue orbs softened, watching as the girl collected flowers to make a flower crown with. Under the shade of the tree, Mikhail decided to take a short rest. He sat down on the ground, fixing his position so he is comfortable by the trunk before closing his eye to nap.

"Mhm~"

Underneath the shade of a tree were two people — a young girl of five years and an adult elf. The silverette was peacefully slumbering, leaning against the sturdy trunk. He's currently unaware of the actions made by the princess next to him. Meanwhile, (Y/n) had a smile on her face, humming a gentle tune as she continued making her flower crown. Her doe eyes kept glancing at the male, admiring his handsome features up close.

"Uwah! I'm finally done~" the girl cheered, raising the delicately made flower crown. After a while, she immediately covered her mouth in realization. "Oops! I shouldn't be noisy. Mister Fairy is sleeping."

Just like she had mumbled, Mikhail is still in deep sleep. Due to his role as a ranger, he had to stay alert at all times. Keeping track of people and staying hidden is one of his responsibilities, and he is often sent by the Lord to scout unknown territories. As such, there aren't times that he had his guard down, even inside the citadel. Though, ironically, when he was tasked with overseeing the princess, he would be struck by a sense of relaxation and often drowsiness — it's like she's bringing peace to him. Maybe that's one of the unknown abilities the royal princess of Avillon has...

"Whoah... Mister Fairy is really pretty," (Y/n) stood up from her seat next to him and made a closer inspection of the sleeping male. She observed him with wonder and a slight blush on her face, entranced by his features. "Maybe he will look prettier if I put the flower crown on him!"

The (h/c)ette girl giggled to herself, tiptoeing closer to Mikhail to put the accessory on his head. She made sure to be as quiet as a mouse and not make any mistakes to wake him up. With shaking hands, she successfully planted the flower crown on his head. The girl relieved a sigh after, stepping back to admire her work. Truly, Mikhail looked mesmerizing in it. And the sun rays seeping through the crevices of the leaves made his image even more majestic — like a surreal painting.

"Mhm... Prin...cess?" Mikhail's lids slowly fluttered open, revealing oceanic hues that stared at (e/c) orbs. In a minute, the male fully wakes up, rubbing the sleep away.

(Y/n) gasped lightly, her round eyes widening further. "Ah! Sorry! Did I wake you up, Mister Fairy? Was I too noisy?"

"No, you didn't, princess," he responded which made the girl sigh in relief. As he readjusted his position though he felt something on top of his head. He curiously took it off, examining the accessory. "Is this...?"

"That's a flower crown! I made it for you! Did you like it?"

Mikhail stared at the colorful bouquet in his hold, inspecting the design and selection of flora. The young girl eagerly awaited his answer, her lips pursed in a thin line as well as her eyebrows. The male's sapphire orbs wordlessly shifted from the flower crown to the princess. Her expectant expression was too cute for him to handle that a blush bloomed on his face. Though, he quickly averted his attention away, hiding his flustered face.

"I...liked it, Your Highness."

"Really?!" at that, the young child's face lit up like stars on a cloudless night. She inched closer to Mikhail, took the flower crown from him, and placed it on top of his silver hair once again. "Yay! Mister Fairy finally accepts me!"

"Mister...Fairy?" the silverette repeated, confused by her words.

"Yep!" she bobbed her (h/c) locks, eyes narrowed with determination. "Mister Fairy saved me before! And (Y/n) noticed that Mister Fairy is guarding me every day! That means that Mister Fairy is my guardian fairy! Big sis Fram and the others told me so!"

"But Cannae's the only fairy here..." he muttered to himself, confused by her words and conflicted about whether or not to correct the young girl.

"Mister Fairy?" (Y/n) called out.

"Yes?" Mikhail responded, giving the (h/c)ette his full attention.

At that, the girl grinned. "Please play with (Y/n), Mister Fairy~"

Mikhail watched as the girl bloomed with a jovial aura. Her big, round, doe (e/c) eyes sparkled like jewels underneath the sunlight, her soft (h/l) (h/c) tresses defining her chubby and small frame, and those plump and pink lips pursed into a thin line. Surely, nothing else can compare to this lovely child in front of him. Once again, he can't help but felt at peace when he's with her. Maybe, this was the chance he was hoping for — the chance to finally bond with the youngest royalty. The male slowly stood up, gently dusting his clothes as he simpered down at the girl.

"I shall fulfill your wishes then, Your Highness."

Two weeks have passed since Mikhail officially met the young princess and became her playmate. The two would take everyday walks around the citadel, the girl narrating everything they chance upon while the silver-haired elf listened to her story attentively. Often, they would bump into the other knights, and (Y/n) would invite them as well to play. Fram, Charlotte, and Johan instantly noticed how open and clingy the young princess was with Mikhail. It caught their attention, as for as long as they know, Mikhail shows hesitation in personally interacting with the girl. They were glad that the two have gotten close and that Princess (Y/n) seemed to be quite fond of the silverette as well. And of course, there will never be a time when Mikhail wouldn't be flustered by his colleagues' comments about this.

The monarch of Avillon sees the positive effect of their meeting and was grateful for this outcome. During this time period, the chaos around the citadel lessened and it became peacefully quiet. Not only does he ease his ranger's workload but he also provided his little sister a guardian/playmate. Moreover, the bond between the princess and her guardian knight slowly deepened. Unbeknown to him, Mikhail became fond of the little princess. She was like a miniature sun—her bright and cheery attitude was contagious to all and the warmth she brought to everyone was one of a kind. Yet, despite how close they have gotten over the course of two weeks, the elven ranger never once found the courage to correct the young royalty of one thing, especially with a personality like hers.

"Ah! I found the blue flower!" (Y/n) cheered, plucking the stem from the ground and getting dirt all over her face. The young girl smiled brightly, jogging over to her companion, and eagerly showed him the flora. "Mister Fairy! Mister Fairy! I found a blue flower! See?"

The silverette was kneeling nearby a flowerbed, seemingly focused on his current task. At her call, Mikhail paused what he was doing and face the child. He sees her bright smile amidst her dirty face. He then simpered at her and glanced at the forget-me-nots in the girl's hand. (Y/n) noticed the bundle of flowers in her knight's hold, and she gently pinned the flower unto a side of Mikhail's pearlescent locks. This gesture, however, surprises him and makes him blush.

"I picked this flower because it reminds me of your eyes," (Y/n) confessed. "I love your eyes, Mister Fairy. They're beautiful."

"I... I see..." Mikhail bashfully muttered, avoiding eye contact with his mistress. "Thank you for saying that, Princess."

"Hehe~"

Princess (Y/n) giggled and then jogged to the other side of the garden. Mikhail's gaze followed her for a short while, before grasping the fragile flower from his head. He examined the forget-me-nots with a soft expression on his face. Setting the flower along with the bunch, the silver-haired elf stood up and trailed after the small princess. As per usual, (Y/n) shared stories with her guardian knight while collecting more flora for making her flower crowns. Mikhail, on the other hand, set the bundle he collected by the fountain before he assisted the young (h/c)ette. After a few minutes of them collecting enough flowers, they began to weave flower crowns for at least five people.

Princess (Y/n) and her guardian knight spent the whole morning gathering flowers and weaving them into several flower crowns. Serene silence would envelop them whenever they paused their light chatter. Mikhail would often reply to the youngster's queries ever so often, but this time, it seemed that his head was up in the clouds. His hand would monotonously weave the stem around each other, forming a ring. The silverette would rarely receive compliments from others, and he would become flustered because of it. However, when the young royalty complimented him, he felt different. Sure, he would be taken aback at first, but instead of shying away, he felt compelled to her.

"I hope big sisters and big brothers would love this," (Y/n) mumbled, her nimble fingers weaving the stems whilst her legs swayed back and forth. Noticing how quiet and still her companion was, the young princess inched closer to Mikhail. "Mister Fairy?"

"Please don't call me 'fairy', princess," he said, glancing down at the girl. "I'm not one."

"You're not?" she asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Mikhail nodded at her question. "Yes. I'm an elf."

This made the girl think for a while. The adult had hoped that this is enough to convince and correct the girl of addressing him as such. He knew that from the very start when he had rescued her, (Y/n) already imprinted him as a fairy. And seeing how jovial she is when with him, he had feared that it will make their interaction awkward if he were to correct her. After all, she seemed to be a girl with unyielding resolve. So when she puts her mind on things, nothing else could sway her.

After a minute, (Y/n) faced him innocently. "Then, can I call you Elfie?"

Her words baffled him. The male sweat-dropped, repeating her words like they didn't register yet in his brain. "El...fie?"

"Yup!" She bobbed her head. Though, shortly after, she tilted her head in confusion. "Should I not also call you that?"

"I... I don't think that I'm comfortable with that nickname, Princess," Mikhail admitted, blushing slightly after seeing her puzzled look.

"Then, what should I call you?"

"Mikhail. That's my name."

"Can I call you Mikey?" she innocently asked. Though, when she was met with Mikhail's silence, her cheerfulness dropped. "Do you...also not like that...?"

Mikhail regarded her with a conflicted look on his face. "Do you prefer calling people nicknames, princess?"

She glanced sideways, humming. "Hm... Yes?"

"I see. Well, how about thinking of another nickname for me?" he told her.

"Another? Hm..." the (h/c)ette was deep in thought. In a while, she perked up. "Ah! How about Mimi?"

"Hm. I guess I can work with that," Mikhail nodded in approval.

The princess's face lit up in joy, face gleaming. "Yay~! I'll call you Big Bro Mimi from now~"

"Big brother...?" once more, Mikhail found himself baffled by the girl's eccentricity.

"Uh-huh! You're just like my big brother," Princess (Y/n) said solemnly. She hopped down the fountain and grasped his hand, her (e/c) hues trailing from the tips of his fingers to his face. She smiled softly. "Please take care of me, big bro Mimi."

Seeing how sincere her words were, Mikhail can't help but want to follow her will. His heart sped up and butterflies fluttered in his stomach. As if contagious, a smile was also decorated on his lips. He took the finished wreath by his side and gently planted it on top of the girl's soft tresses. The silverette briefly stood up before kneeling in front of her, taking her small hand and kissing the tips of her fingers.

"I see. Then, I'll fulfill your wish, princess."

"It seemed that Princess (Y/n) is quite fond of Sir Mikhail," Rouin commented, glancing down from the citadel's windows. "They never failed to have their daily walk around the citadel, hand in hand. If this continues, he might even replace you as her brother."

"Such cruel words, Rouin," the young lord sweat-dropped. Nevertheless, he too, can't stop observing the said duo from his office. A small smile etched on his face, in contentment about this outcome. "It might be not bad to officially make Mikhail (Y/n)'s guardian knight."

"I agree, Milord."

Onyx orbs trailed after the distant figure of the two. They took a break from their walk in the garden, resting underneath a shade. Mikhail leaned against a sturdy tree while his mistress collected some flower branches nearby before shuffling back to the silver-haired elf. The young royalty showed the bundle in her arms before she was settled on her guardian's lap. Then, the two proceeded on making flower crowns for each other, chatting and laughing along the way.

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