(Prince Soma x Reader)
You sat cross-legged on a rug of impossibly intricate design. The picture on it seemed to tell some sort of story, but as to what the story was, you had no clue. All you knew was that it was pretty, and like most people in the world, you liked pretty things.
“This tea is simply delightful!” The Indian prince exclaimed. You could sense a ‘but’ coming on, though. “But it could use some more sugar. Agni?”
A tall man with dark skin and white hair (the contrast was, as you can imagine, quite unusual) appeared by the young prince’s side.
“Yes, My Prince?” His voice was deep and husky, fitting for someone of his stature. Soma lifted his cup lazily, without even looking at the man.
“I wish for another cup of tea, this time with more sugar,” he stated simply. Agni gave a short bow and complied by taking the cup and turning towards the kitchen. Though you thought it a bit extreme to pour out the whole cup, you had come to realize that though the prince was sweet and a bit naïve, he was very demanding and possibly a bit eccentric when it came to his orders… “Oh, how rude of me!” Soma’s golden eyes widened a bit as he glanced at you. “Did you need anything? I’d be glad to call Agni back if you do.”
You shook your head and smiled. “I’m fine, thank you. But might I ask why you summoned me here today? I doubt it was just so you wouldn’t be alone for tea…” The last part came out a little uncertain. Soma hated being alone. That you already knew. But there were several people around the house, so why have you come all the way to Phantomhive manor?
Soma smiled. His teeth were surprisingly white against his tan skin. You had never seen someone with such a lovely skin-tone. The prince was actually quite attractive…if you could overlook his immaturities.
“No,” he admitted. “I had a reason.”
You remained silent, patiently waiting for Soma to continue. He didn’t.
“And that would be…?” You prompted.
“Don’t be so impatient,” Soma said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “If I wanted you to know so soon, I would have told you when I invited you here in the first place.”
You shrugged and took another sip of your tea as Agni entered the room, holding a steaming cup of tea and a long box.
“Ah, good!” Soma exclaimed. “It’s here!”
You eyed the box curiously as it was handed to the prince. He immediately threw it open and pulled out a strange instrument similar to a guitar.
“Is that…some sort of guitar?” You asked curiously. Soma smiled at your ignorance.
“It is a sitar,” he corrected gently. “And I am going to play a song…f-for my magnificent butler, Agni!” He finished nervously. You glanced at the butler, whose face was as impassive as ever, then back to Soma who was blushing a bit.
“You invited me here…to play a song for Agni?” You asked, your tone relaying your skepticism of the whole situation. Soma cleared his throat and placed the sitar into position with his fingers on the correct strings for the first chord.
“That is correct,” he replied. You shrugged and placed your cup over to the side. ‘I hope he can play…’ You thought nervously. With Soma, you could never really tell what was going to happen. He very well might have decided that because he wanted to play, he could, and was going to with an audience present to praise him if possible. You prepared yourself for the worst…
But immediately after he began, your eyes widened in shock. His fingers danced across the strings expertly, beginning a foreign melody (foreign to you, anyways, seeing as you weren’t from India), but what really surprised you was when he began to sing. The prince had a beautiful voice! You could hardly contain your astonishment. His eyes flickered to you as he began.
When the song was over, Soma handed the sitar to Agni and sighed. The song had been filled with many descriptive and colorful words that left the prince feeling somewhat breathless and exhausted…also he was hungry, and there was no food to be seen.
“Agni, I am hungry. Bring me and ______ some curry,” he ordered. You cringed a bit. You still weren’t used to the spiciness of Indian food yet. However, you knew better than to decline. Soma glanced at you impatiently. “Well? What did you think?”
Your face flushed. You didn’t really know how to describe it. Magnificent? Breathtaking? Astounding?
“Lovely.” The word escaped your mouth before you had time to process all the words running through your mind. “Your song was lovely.”
Soma seemed a bit disappointed by your reaction. He rested his elbow on his knee and his head in his hand. “I see…”
You mentally slapped yourself. You had expected the prince to be angry, or maybe a bit indignant. You had never seen him so…calm before when it came to an unfavorable reaction to something. It was sort of depressing. You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, your nose was filled with the scent of hot curry as it was placed in front of you. The aroma drifted into your mouth and down your throat, causing it to burn.
“I should very much like to hear another song sometime,” you said with a slight cough. Soma’s lips twisted into a grin that could only be described as mischievous. You knew it all too well.
“Only if you sing a duet with me!” He exclaimed.
You shook your head frantically. “I-I don’t know any Indian music…”
“Then I shall teach you,” Soma stated simply. His grin widened. “But you can’t just learn the lyrics. You must learn the history behind them, the culture. I’m a very patient person. In no way am I demanding. I shall make an excellent teacher.” You opened your mouth to speak, but Soma’s determined glance stopped you. He pointed his index finger at you. “You’re starting tomorrow.”