Brave (APH Scotland x reader)

A Witch's Spell

Mother drags me all the way to her tapestry room, away from the clans and prying eyes. She flings me into the room

"Mighty me!" Mother exclaims obviously angered. "I don't believe you! I've just about had enough of you, frau!"

I try to defend myself by saying, "You're the one that want me to...!"

"You just embarrassed them!" Mother continues pointing at the door. "You embarrassed me!"

"I followed the rules!"

"You don't know what you've done!"

"Just I don't care how I..." Even if this is all a dream, it's really angering me. How can she not understand I don't want this?

"It'll be fire and sword if it's not set right."

"Just listen!"

"I am the queen! You listen to me!"

"Ugh! This is so unfair!"

"Huh! Unfair?"

I grab a sword off the table and as I talk I swing it around in frustration.

"You were never there for me! This whole marriage is what you want! Do you ever bother to ask what I want? No! You walk around telling me what to do, what not to do! Trying to make me be like you! Well, I'm not going to be like you!"

"Oh! You're acting like a child!"

"And you're a beast! That's what you are!"

I point at the family tapestry that Mother has been working on for a while. I point right between her and me on it.

"(y/n)!"

"I will never be like you!" I exclaim sticking the sword into the tapestry. Part of me is regretting what I'm about to do, but I'm also so mad at Austria right now that I don't particularly care.

"No! Stop that!" Mother commands.

"I'd rather die than be like you!"

With a final swing I slash the tapestry. A tear right between Mother and me. Mother gets an upset look on her face. She marches towards me and I slightly cower back. She pulls the sword from my hand.

"You are a princess! I expect you to act like one!" Mother shouts at me. She rips my bow off of me and throws it into the fire.

A shocked expression finds its way onto my face. I knew this would happen, but the fact she actually did it, and the fact that I felt attachment to the bow, makes it even worse. Tears well up into my eyes. I run out of the room trying not to cry.

I rush out through the halls trying to get outside. I knew where I needed to be next and I just needed to be away from people. I wipe my eyes not paying attention as I run.

Suddenly I knock into something. I tumble down with whatever I knocked into onto the floor.

"Oof!" something below me says.

Looking down I noticed I had landed in an awkward position with none other than Scotland. Scrambling up, I wipe my teary eyes.

"And what did I do to deserve that now, lass?" Allistor asks standing up, dusting his kilt off.

"Just leave me alone," I mutter trying to walk away.

"I don't think so," he says grabbing my arm, pulling me back. "That was some shot ye did back there. Now why did you do it? Did ya not want me to win ya?"

I pull my arm away from him, angrily turning to him.

"No I didn't. In fact I didn't want to marry any of you."