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The Varian doctor smiled at Mina's sudden return kiss, but it was not enough to calm his worries yet. His stomach was still turning inside out at the thought of what could be happening right now. But like he tried to instill in her, there is hope somewhere. After the rain, the sun will rise.

His hailstorm of thoughts were immediately cut off and suppressed the moment Shehzadi Munir arrived. While Mina quickly snapped back to her normal public self, Munir was rather less so. He was a very courteous he would not deny it, but there's something hidden in the formality that John could read, like black lines in the middle of a classified documents. What could that be about?

"Your Highness, Lady Blackwood is alright now. She just needs some rest." John stood up and crossed his arms behind his back formally, maintaining the professional image that he was very accustomed to towards the royals. "I will take that into consideration, thank you." He nodded to Mina as he took the blood sample from her hands. Then the two of them left back to Mina's quarter, but not before the Shehzadi giving him a few words of appreciation.

"It is my pleasure to serve. I am glad to see Mina has a calm and caring friend to look after her." Was it intentional that he addressed Lady Blackwood that way, it was difficult to know.

He left the room shortly afterwards as well, letting the servants do their thing. His mind now turned to the blood sample that he had on hand. Drop of similar substance huh? Well to actually take a look and do that, he would need a microscope, and not many were bringing them along in this trip, including himself as well. He did not expect this to be such a weird trip already from day two. The only people whom he knew would bring microscopes were the senior councils that were already getting ready to leave for Varian in the evening, as they tended to bring their research with them. Thankfully, there was one particular person who would not be going back to Varian, at least for the time being.

"Alina?" John knocked on the door, and a quiet sound of chair sliding slightly on the floor was heard. Not long after, the door opened to a brown curly haired woman of over half a decade older than he was.

"Ah John, come in." Alina, or rather Dr. Alina Zinchenko, politely invited him into her room, which seemed to be custom configured more like a hybrid between her office and a bedroom. "What has brought you over today?"

"I need a microscope." John stated, holding the blood sample in his hand clearly for her to see.

"Hmm alright. Who is that for?" She replied, raising her head a little.

"It's for Lady Blackwood, but I can't really say much else. She requested discretion." John replied.

"Well, if it's from you, then I suppose it should be alright." Alina said, as she reached her hands over to grab the microscope, then stood up from her chair. "Let me know when it's done ok?" She said concisely then walked over to the door and closed it. The Kolonivkan doctor gently bowed before sitting down on the chair with the blood sample. As per procedures, he used a tube to take a small sample out into a flat pane of glass before putting it beneath the lens.

His eyes neared the sample. And hitting him was a rather worrisome scene.

The red blood cells. They're dying. Fast.

That explained a lot about his ailments, sickness and fatigue he had been having recently. There was nothing to carry the nutrients around. But why? It was not really something too special of a conclusion, what he wanted to know more would be what could be causing all this. How was his diet, sanitary conditions, or what kind of illnesses he had before all this happened. Because if this isn't fixed soon enough, there is a likely chance he would succumb shortly.

He would make a note to inquire Mina more on that, but there was one more thing that she mentioned: to put other blood in his blood. It's a little awkward to be doing this, but he'd have to steal a little from Alina. He saw the other blood sample tray that she had and took a clean tube and extracted a tiny tiny bit, unnoticeable without measurements, and dropped them onto the sample under the lens.

"What the hell..."

Already, the blood sample turned a shade of red brighter than before. Noticeably too, which is eyebrow raising to say the began to multiply. It was actually multiplying. 'Wait, multiply?' How was that even possible?! From another person's blood?!

His head stumped on his hands. "What kind of vampiric nonsense is this?" He muttered out upon the discovery. In the years he had worked with medicine, this was the first time ever he had seen two blood samples combining to generate red blood cells. This under anyone would have been an incredible thing to witness as any researcher would pound on this opportunity to study this weird effect. Perhaps it would be revolutionary even. Potential cure of blood cell production by simply transplanting? However, he remembered his promise to Mina to keep this discreet, so he would keep this under the rug for now.

But really, what the hell did he just saw?

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As soon as they arrived, Mary ran to sign up for the hat competition.

"They will see what Varian is made of!" She screamed as she held down onto the purple monstrosity on her head and ran away from them.

Mathias and Lukas took it upon themselves to look for adequate seats for the race. Most of the seats by the front were already taken, not that he minded much. Being tall came with a few perks; besides, Lukas would be more than happy to sit on his shoulders, and Mary had no interest in the actual horse race.

After a few minutes of searching, Mathias found a few free seats towards the right side with a good view of the track. Lukas excitedly stood on his seat, trying to catch a view of the horses and their riders. Mathias sat next to him, eyes scanning the crowds of people for a familiar crown of gold.

Crystal showed up a little after. Being slightly late due to hearing her father shooting at someone. When she tried to go to the house Jacob had stopped her. Not allowing her to continue due to it possibly still being dangerous. After a few minutes of arguing with the big oaf she finally relented. If only they would send someone to check up on him for her. Thus one of the extra guards was chosen, Jacob and Lieha much preferred to stay next to her.

She didn’t have time to change into a different dress, much preferring her first one of the day and the hat. However one of her servants had thought ahead and found a hat that would match her current dress and left it in the carriage. She would have to thank Sara later.

When she got out of her carriage, she paused for a moment, looking around… she did not see anyone that she knew right away. She didn’t see charlotte, and while she did see uncle Vikena she couldn’t go and sit by him due to him being busy.

She slowly made her way around Hoping to find a spot that she can insert herself without getting too cramped… not that she didn’t want to sit next to people, but she could feel her anxiety well up inside her once again.

Lukas stopped the familiar face before his father did. "Da, is that… is that your friend?" the boy pointed to Crystal, closing one eye to focus on her more clearly.

Mathias turned his attention to his soon then to the person he had been pointing at. "Yes, but you should not point at people. It’s not nice, Lukas." He gently pushed the boy’s hand down before standing and waving to her.

"Lady Damien!" Mathias waved his hand over his head.

"Oooh, Lady Damien is here?" Mary teased behind Mathias, "Go ahead, I’ll wait here with Lukas." She said, putting her purple monstrosity down on the seat to reserve it for Crystal.

Mathias nodded, squeezing past her and down a few flights of stairs before making his way to Lady Damien. He gave her a proper bow when he finally reached her, a pleased smile on his features. "Lady Damien, it is good to see you here," he had not expected her to show up to the race after her encounter earlier in the morning. Still, he was glad to see her here. "You look lovely." He complimented, bowing his head slightly.

Crystal looked around when she heard someone call her name, her eyes focused on a tall man waving towards her. She smiled softly and raised a hand to return the wave but simply held it still. Her cheeks turned a bit red as she realized who it was.

Mathias’s lips curled into a small smirk at the hint of red on her cheeks.

She stopped and waited for him to come over and when he did, she gave him a small curtsy. ”T-thank you Sir Mathias.” She said softly, her hands gripping her own wrists. ”It’s good to see you here as well, I didn’t know when I would see you again. Today has been quite a…wind whirl of a day… to say the least. She said, forcing more of a smile on her face as she looked up at him.

His smile turned into a sympathetic one. "The winds have died down, hopefully. If there is anything you need or require, please do not be afraid to reach out, my lady." He cleared his throat and straightened his back.

"Would you allow me to grant you a momentary distraction?" Mathias offered his hand to Crystal to take, "We have a few seats already reserved if you would like to join us."

Crystal smiled and nodded her head looking down, unable to look him in the eye as if it would reveal how much she appreciated that sentiment. But she did look up when he offered his hand to her. She hesitated for a moment before giving him a warm smile and nodding again. Her cheeks feeling red hot at the moment. I would love that. Thank you… she said softly, taking his gently. Looking back to her bodyguards who seemed to be interested in everything but what she was doing.

Mathias glanced at the bodyguards behind Crystal, offering a small nod and a smile before she began to guide the lady back from where he had come from.

The first thing Wulfric did after Alibeth left was figure out how to get back into the hidden room. It wasn’t that difficult once he knew it was there.

Yes…Once he knew. There was a clear problem with that.

What else do I not know which I should? Which other secrets? What other information?

Clearly, his mother knew much more about the situation than she was saying. That ‘mastermind’, for example. She’d said proxies, as in plural, yet suspected there was one person behind all or most such spies? This went so far and beyond just this one afterparty…

Wulfric had already suspected as much, but the involvement of magic made this all the more deeply concerning.

Why didn’t she tell me more? Why not earlier?

Wulfric sighed. He did know the answer to that. She simply didn’t trust him as much as he’d thought she did, nor as much as he wished she did.

He supposed it was also an indicator that he should be more proactive about finding out.

Fine then. It’s not as if he there was anything he couldn’t do once he set his mind to it.

He could be more observant. Act with more forethought and awareness. Use all resources available to their full extent.

Whatever else his mother might be waiting till ‘the appropriate moment’ to inform him of? He’d make it so that when she tried, he’d already know.

You’ll see…I’ll surpass you.

He clenched a fist, and for a moment, stared at where he’d last seen her, a glint of vicious determination in his gaze.

Then, he made his way out of the magical archive, as he’d dubbed it, and closed the hidden entrance. He could get back here when he liked, now. He’d discuss this with Auguste at some point, but for now, he had a more immediate issue to resolve.

Apparently, Fletcher might run away. Though mother had prevented an execution, she still expected him to die in a subsequent chase. However, it seemed she wouldn’t bother preventing his escape from the castle. That left enough leeway to try and keep him alive and safe, like Callum asked for.

However…

Wulfric did also want to gauge the man’s mental state for himself.

For now, it’d be best to have Darryn secured somewhere. Have him watched, maybe have a professional assess him. He’d also have to be made at least comfortable enough not to feel like recklessly (and unknowingly) running straight towards his own doom.

So, he’d have to pick someone lax enough not to threaten the stableboy (much), yet someone motivated to follow even such a strange order right.

The prince hummed to himself.

Oh, he had just someone in mind. Whichever fools had let in that foreign warrior with his arsenal of weapons…Yes, they would do.

It didn’t take long to find them, and set them on a new assignment.

In the end, there wasn’t too great of a delay before he departed the castle.

A giant was hunting her.

At first, Riona thought it was just a coincidence—a glimpse of a figure here, an odd sensation of being watched there—, but as the number of coincidences piled, a pattern formed. Each encounter added one more detail to Riona’s stalker. Each detail made it easier to spot him in the background, amongst the crowd, in the corner of her vision. The unease turned into full-on panic when it dawned on her that Riona spotted the man in her memories too: the giant had been tailing long before she noticed his presence. He was there when she gave Lordling Smithwood a piece of her mind; she spun right past him during her dance with Lady Morrigan down the hallway; and he was there across the street when she exited the bank.

Speculations whirled in her mind, every new one worse than the last, making her stomach twist and turn in uncomfortable angles and her heart beat like she was running a marathon. One thing was clear: no matter who the giant was or whomever he was working for, she wouldn't be the one leading him straight to the sanctuaries. Besides, if she wanted answers, what better way to get them than by directly asking?

After a very terse explanation and a marginally longer argument between Mr. Brisby about the best course of action, they agreed to part ways. The carriage dropped Riona off in an alley, where she hid behind some crates and waited. It didn’t take long for her pursuer to appear.

Just as the hulk walked past her, Riona slunk out of her hiding place and thrust the hilt of her unsheathed dagger against his back, ready to replace it with the sharper end if the need arose. “Don’t move. Hands where I can see them.”

The giant stilled, but after a beat, asked, “Which one?”
Another beat passed between them before Riona had to ask, “What?”
“‘Don’t move’ or ‘hands where you can see them,’” the giant added, “I can’t do both.”
A smirk tugged the corner of Riona’s mouth. “True enough. I’d prefer to see your ha—Slowly! … Move your hands slowly and keep them up.” She waited for the giant to do as he was told before continuing, “Who are you?”
“Karleen,” his voice remained monotonic.
Karleen? Not quite the name she imagined the man to have. If that was his real name, that is. “You were following me.”
“Yes.”

The blatant honesty threw Riona off balance. She expected at least some attempt at lying or resistance. Sure, she had a weapon in her hand, but if this escalated into a brawl, it was obvious the man named Karleen could overpower her. He wasn’t tracking her to fight her, then. “Why?”
“My master wants to meet you.”

Riona’s eyebrows knitted themselves together. Karleen was wearing a well-tailored suit with a design seen more often worn by servants working for Varian nobility than Caesonian nobility. If she were to hazard a guess, this master of his must’ve come from Varian. She knew a few people from Varian who might “want to meet her,” but unless things drastically changed since she last saw them, only two (three if she were reaching) were still alive to want that. “And who might that be?”

A silence that she thought would also last a beat stretched out into awkward territory. After all that candor, Riona couldn’t understand why the giant clammed up. Was his master someone Riona wished to avoid meeting? That narrowed her two-item list of suspects down to one. She tried again. “Who is your master?” She anticipated the silent treatment, but was surprised to see the mountain of muscles trembling.

Carefully, Riona edged around the colossal to get a better look at his face. Karleen’s facial expression was taut with intense strain, his eyes fixated on an unseen enemy, while his skin glistened with droplets of sweat and changed colors from the effort of some internal battle that raged silently below the surface. His mouth moved as if he was trying to speak, but his body refused to cooperate.

There were only so many reasons for the body to refuse what the brain wanted—and when Riona saw the thousands of scars and shackle marks covering him, her mind latched onto the first idea that was more common in Caesonia than people realized.

Every shade of disgust washed over Riona. Despite learning at a young age about the depths of human depravity, such atrocities still made her skin crawl. Even so, the giant’s current state was ample proof to elevate her sole suspect to the status of the perpetrator.

“It’s Leo Smithwood, isn’t it?”

Out of the two noble Varians Riona knew of, Princess Sadie was the one who’d never treat her servants inhumanely. If anything, she’d be the first to become absolutely furious if she found out someone used their status as an excuse to mistreat others. She never saw Sadie turn a blind eye to such behavior or make compromises when it came to equality. All life was precious to her, no matter their station. Riona loved Sadie for that. It was also why she knew there was no way in Hells a servant of hers would shiver like a beaten dog when they tried to utter her name.

On the other hand, Lord Smithwood—no, Sh*tlord; Lordling Sh*twood if she was inclined to waste a second more of her life thinking about him—made his contempt for lowborns abundantly clear. Though he refrained from hurting her, maybe he just didn’t want to get into trouble by breaking someone else’s “property.” Did such generosity extend to his own servants?

Gods, how low Varian noble houses have fallen if they only had lordlings like Sh*twood to become the head of their house. The only saving grace was that Riona’s mother didn’t live to see this day. How devastated she would've been if she saw how hard it became to tell the difference between her countrymen and Caesonian toffs.

Karleen directed his hazel eyes at her. He had the type of stone face that made it difficult to read, but somehow Riona got the impression that the name surprised him.

“Well,” Riona sheathed her dagger and crossed her arms, “you can tell Sh*tlord, and you can quote me on this, that I was wrong about him. Not only is he a heap of rotting trash, he’s incompetent and a lazy f**king coward too. If he wants to settle his dispute with me, he can do it himself.”

The bronze-haired man shook his head. “No. Not him.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Then who wants to meet me?”

Karleen opened his mouth, then she watched the same convulsion wrack his body again. If she didn’t know any better, she’d have thought someone was choking the man for even daring to think of his master’s name. The more he struggled against it, the tighter its hold became. He tried, though. He tried so hard it made it increasingly painful to witness his struggle.

Riona extended her hand but quickly retracted it when Karleen flinched at the gesture. “You shouldn’t push yourself.” Not for such a cruel master. She tried a different tactic. “Is your master a Varian noble?”

Karleen nodded.
“Is your master a man?”
Karleen nodded again, with some hesitation (or possibly confusion).
“Can you describe what he looks like?”

A blank stare answered the question first, followed by trembling. For a moment, Riona feared Karleen was about to suffer another attack, but the trembling subsided as quickly as it came. The giant knew, probably more than she did, how futile the attempt was. “No,” he said, “I can’t. I… just can’t.”

Gods, even imagining his face causes pain? What did he do to you? “Do you know if I’ve met him before?”

After silent contemplation, the man finally answered, “Yes. You’ve bumped into him before. You even talked for a bit.”

Nodding, Riona repeatedly said okay to both Karleen and herself. “I still stand by what I said before. Your master can come get me himself if he has something to ‘discuss’ with me. If he thinks I’m not worth the effort, then neither is he.” She turned on her heels, took a few steps toward the main street, then turned back around to face him. “And if he hurts you because of this, come find me. I know some people who can help you out.”

“He won’t,” the giant’s voice came out gentle, as if to reassure her. “Thank you, Riona.”

She regarded Karleen for a long while before nodding one last time and stepping out of the alleyway. The first clock she found told her she still had some time to spare, so she steered her feet in the marketplace’s direction. Riona was going to need to stock up on some supplies.

Stratya had been conducting a few interviews with guards that had been part of the gunfire exchange and examining the alley itself. The the guards all had very similar statements. From what she was able to piece together, the criminal in question fired back, startling the guards in pursuit and buying them distance with which to flee. The guards all insisted they were not that far behind when the criminal vanished. That part was also common. They were in pursuit when suddenly they could no longer find a trace of the criminal. It reeked... But she couldn't be sure. As she examined the alleyways, a number of possibilities came to mind.

"'ow far be'ind were the lo' o' ye? Show me, stan' so far away." She motioned vaguely with her hand, her gauntlet clacking lightly.

"I was about here, ma'am, the distance from here to there, where you're standing. But there were a couple of other guards in front of me."

"Righ'. Th' chase led down this way, aye, and then..."

"The criminal turned at the crossing. That's the last time I saw the two of them."

"Break your sigh' on them, then do somethin' unexpected and disappear. Kee' pace with me from there, lad." Stratya walked to the corner and used the guard as reference for how much time there would have been to disappear. She looked the alley over closely, observing possibilities, before looking to the guard she had with her, "righ'. Stand there for m' reference, would you?" She ventured into the alley, considering how much time each option would take. There weren't many good avenues to escape by, and they were all...

Did that guard say two people?

The knight came back to the intersection. The guard she left looked bored. "You said there were two?" The guard nodded and Stratya nodded slowly. "I see... Awrigh', tha's all. Thank ya, 'ave a drink at the tavern tonigh'." Stratya flipped the guard a silver as she paced back down the alley, looking things over carefully, and then proceeding down. Eye balling measurements, thinking about time. Balancing different ideas against each other, and wondering if maybe she was overlooking something.

She wandered her way back out toward the bazaar as she thought. She was hungry again, too. She could go for a... Something on a skewer. Yes.

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Layla sighed in relief when they moved away from the crowd. Something had happened that morning unbeknownst to her. Concern filled her eyes when she looked at her sister, although the thought of gossip amused her as well. She turned to Nahir and raised her eyebrows. ”I smell tea waiting to be poured. Shall we go back to the castle?” Layla gestured to their waiting guard and palaquins and ignored the Caesonians watching both Nahir and her with interest and fascination.

A few of the common folk that had wandered too close to them were apprehended by Ece, who quickly scared them off before they got too close to the Kadir sisters. Nahir did not look at them as Ece brushed the palms of her hands against the dark fabrics of her tunic, her nose scrunched into a look of disgust.

Nahir smiled, nodding as she walked Layla to her transport. "Tea sounds wonderful; I only hope they have cakes to match." She pulled back the curtains of Layla’s palanquin and offered her hand for Layla to climb in. "Ece will go ahead of us and prepare a spot in the gardens,"

Layla snickered at Ece’s expression from the common folk. She watched Ali glance around them and protectively kepe a hand on the hilt of his sword. Layla turned back to Nahir and grinned in response. ”That would be great. Ali can go with Ece to request food to be there as well.” She nodded to him and he quickly moved away from them. She took Nahir’s hand and climbed into her palanquin, then leaned over to offer her hand to her. ”The faster we get away from the riff raff, the better,” She smirked.

”Agreed,” Nahir returned the smirk and took the offered hand.

Their trip back to the palace went without a disturbance. The Bazaar looked the same as it had earlier aside from a few extra guards patrolling the streets with watchful eyes. It seemed like Caesonians were no strangers to the sounds of bullets as most of the people continued to go on their way.

When the Kadir sisters arrived at their destination Ece was awaiting them by the entrance with Ali and a few of the castle servants. They were led down the halls to the lush gardens where a table had been set up in one of the many courtyards. Chairs were pulled for each of the sisters and tea was quickly brought out along with various sandwiches, cakes, and pastries.

”Ah, isn’t this lovely? If only this kingdom could provide us with such seamless service all the time.” Nahir said as she lifted the cup of tea to her nose, inhaling the rich aroma of the Ganasean tea. Black tea, cardamon, ginger, anise, cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg, the spices filled her nose reminding her of home. Ece must have handed it over to the servants to serve.

Layla sighed in relief when they entered theguardian. She picked up a cup of black tea and examined it carefully. Whether it was to ensure it was safe or up to her standards, it was unknown. There was a hint of lemon, along with cinnamon and ginger. Deciding it was safe, Layla took a small sip and grinned with delight. ”I agree. Maybe they’ll get better each day and aren’t used to such top-tier visitors. Should have had it together much sooner though,” Layla then picked up a chocolate and vanilla cupcake and began to eat it.

Nahir poured a few drops of milk into her tea, stirred twice and sipped it. A low satisfied hum emerged from her lips as she smiled down at the porcelain cup. ”With the state of this kingdom,” Her voice lowered, ”I am not surprised they had not had the privilege to entertain more royals of our status.” The shots fired earlier were no surprise. Caesoania had very loose laws when it came to firearm ownership. One could easily find some shady man selling them by the ports or near the slums.

Once finished, she turned to Nahir after grabbing a few sandwiches. The haughty smirk returned with derision in her eyes. ”The Alidasht are taking over the garden.” Layla mimicked Farim with a giggle. An eye roll followed next as she continued. ”Can you believe the Princess and Farim were throwing themselves at each other? I was surprised he didn’t leave with her.”

Nahir smirked into her tea, bringing the cup down quietly to the table. ”The day is yet over, sister, who knows if they might ‘bump’ into each other later.” She took another bite to her sandwich to stifle the giggle. ”Although, they would make a handsome couple but their children might be of the lighter complexion.” She brushed a few locs behind her shoulder.

Her eyes shifted to Layla down to the cup of tea she held in her hands. Her brows knitted into what could be taken as worry as she reached out to lightly touch her sister's hand. ”Layla, did you stay behind last night? Was there something wrong?” The question had been gnawing at the mind since the morning, not out of concern but out of need to simply know.

Layla snickered and took her time consuming her pastry and tea. She listened to her sister’s words and imagined the duo seeking each other out. The idea of them being together caused her to nearly choke on her tea. While she composed herself, she watched Nahir’s eyebrows knit together. The way she reached for her hand caused Layla temporary confusion. While she seemed calm outwardly, inside her mind raced. The question regarding why she didn’t attend the party came up and she withheld a sigh; she had hoped it wouldn't come up. Outside of Hafiz, it was relatively unknown that anything was wrong.

Layla took a moment to compose herself and grinned at her sister. ”Why yes Nahir, something was indeed wrong.” Her voice held venom as she sipped her tea in between. ”We would have been cramped inside the carriage like pigs for slaughter.” She allowed her response to hang in the air and continued. Finally, she allowed a smirk to brace her lips again. ”How was the party, anyway?”

Ah. So this is how she wants to play.

Nahir allowed herself to frown, drawing her hand with the hesitation of a worried younger sister would have. Her eyes lowered and her lower lip pouted. Perhaps it was too soon, but Layla was right; it had been a foolish move on all of them. They could have been slaughtered like pigs, their bodies discarded like trash and dumped into some nameless mass grave. That was not what was bothering her, Layla had deflected the question.

”I don’t remember.” Nahir answered truthfully. She finally pulled back her hand to her cup of tea, her nails tracing the golden designs painted on to them. ”None of us really do, but…” Nahir’s voice trailed off and she glanced at her sister. Sometimes she wondered if they had been closer in age they’d be friends and not just civil with one another.

Nahir took a deep breath and ordered the servants around them to turn their back to them with a stern voice. When everyone had their backs to them, she pulled down the neckline of her tunic revealing two darkened spots on her neck, the size of a person’s mouth. She pulled it back up quickly. ”Layla, I need your help.”

Layla watched her sister’s demeanor dissipate after her rebuttal. While her chest panged, she didn’t show any reaction. Instead, busied herself with her tea and food. Halfway through her sandwich, she reached for another pastry and continued eating. The gnawing in her stomach thus became a vague memory. Eventually, it’d resurface, but for now she would not concern herself with it.

When Nahir admitted that nobody, including herself, could remember the party, her eyebrows furrowed. How was that possible? Did everyone drink themselves silly? Didn’t her siblings know better or were they having too much fun? She went to inquire upon it when her sister ordered the servants to turn their backs to them. Layla’s haughtiness sank into confusion and concern. This was much unlike her sister. Her attention caught like a fish on a line, Layla watched as she revealed two large dark spots. This time, her mask slipped off entirely, and she choked on her tea. Layla quickly recovered and dried her mouth off and stared at her sister.

Ah, I have you my dear sister. Nahir thought, pressing her lips into a line to hide the smirk. She lowered her eyes with shame, shaking her head just the slightest.

”Sister Nahir!” Her voice quivered like an arrow on a bow, waiting to be launched. She glanced at her servants and ordered them to move farther away to provide them with privacy. She added if they dared to look or violated their privacy, she’d have them hung.

This was one of the few times Nahir appreciated Layla’s ruthlessness and bluntness to the servants, knowing if this were to get out the lie would spiral out of her control. She couldn’t have that. Everything was to stay between her and her sister if this was going to work. Nahir had no room for mistakes now.

Layla’s eyes were wide as she stared at her. ”I would ask who but you don’t remember. I will find whoever did this to you and skin them alive over a fire pit and then allow Zilal to hunt them in their last moments so they can suffer from the venom and discover why King Cobra’s are named as such.” Layla’s voice shook with fury and concern as she stood up and came over to her sister's side.

”Sister…” Nahir’s voice trailed off as she laced her fingers tightly together. ”I… I don’t know what happened.” Her voice shook and she avoided looking at Layla in the eyes. Out of guilt for playing this card or the shame of what had actually happened, Nahir did not know which. While it was true that Nahir could not remember what had happened, she knew it had been mutual. But Layla did not know that, no one did and she very much doubted that the other person knew as well. Still, the fact of not knowing who it had been was what bothered Nahir.

She came over and examined the marks, then gently pulled the neckline back to cover it. Those would take time to go away, but for now she needed to help her hide it. ”Come. I have ways to keep that hidden.” Her voice was calmer now, but the fury was held at bay. She bit her lip and silently wondered if she’d attended this shady party, if this would have happened…

Nahir reached out to take Layla’s wrist, ”You can’t let anyone know,” she finally met Layla’s eyes, ”Please.” Her voice caught in her and she quickly looked back down. She wouldn’t give a theater performance, that’d be out of character for her. Nahir didn’t cry, not in front of anyone and especially not in front of Layla. So she kept her eyes down playing the perfect distraught little sister in need of the older one’s guidance.

Layla inspected her sister’s expression and was quiet. She became impassive, though her eyes were kindling with anger. How did this happen? It was unlike her sister. Unlike any of them not to remember, too. Layla took a deep breath and titled her sister’s chin up and looked down at her. ”I won’t.” The conviction in Layla’s voice surprised even herself. The situation was bizarre and unlike her little sister. However Layla knew she needed to find out more details about this party in her own way.

’I have ways to keep that hidden’ Nahir repeated in her head as she stood up from her seat and gave Layla the signal to lead. How? How could Layla know how to hide such bruises and who had given them to her?

Layla called the servants back to clean up after them. Next, she began leading Nahir back to her room. Once they arrived back at the Alidasht guest-house, she shut the door and ordered Ali to stand guard outside it. This way, they would not be interrupted. Next, she set Zilal on her bed who curled up into an adorable ball, making her smirk in amusement. Turning her attention back to Nahir, Layla went to her makeup table and pulled out some of her concealer. Then, she pulled Nahir’s shirt back and began to cover it up using a variety of makeup.

Out of concern and hope, she then inquired quietly, ”Do you know if you at least used protection?” She then added, ”And do you know how Mayet and Munir were from it? Did our cousins attend?”

Nahir’s heart twisted at the first question. ”I don’t know,” Nahir hated those words, but her answer was truthful. ”Mayet was upset in the morning, but that is pretty much a regular occurance. Munir stayed in bed and didn’t join us in the Entrance Hall. I saw Farim in the hall too, but Saiya was unaccounted for.” She had ordered Lady Suhasini to keep an eye on them all.

”I can’t remember anything Layla… All I can remember are these lights. They were so bright and in colors I’ve never seen before, in shapes that simply cannot exist… It was like magic.” Magic. Drugs. Both felt like a violation to her body now that she thought of it.

Layla remained quiet while Nahir spoke. The fact nobody remembered the night was suspicious, however the idea of magic unsettled her. She had read about magic in Alidasht. The idea of using it wasn’t persuasive enough to her. Still, if it altered memories… Layla bit her tongue. It would not do to speak out of turn or voice these thoughts; not while her sister was distressed…

”I’m glad you were not there.” Nahir said with a small voice. It was the truth. Like Layla had said, they had been pigs out for slaughter there. At least she would have survived and left their father with a competent heir instead of their uncle.

Her small voice brought Layla back to her thoughts. She gazed at her and pressed her lips into a thin line. To be comforting was out of her realm, though she could tell Nahir needed it. Instead of a sassy or witty remake, she finished the makeup then set her hands on her sister’s shoulders. Their reflection stared back at them.

”Sister Nahir, whatever happened last night is beyond our discovery at this point. I don’t think you’ll remember what happened - ever - but that does not mean we can’t prevent something like this in the future. I would be cautious whom you trust or speak to, and do your best not to wander off to any more parties. Should you feel the need to go, I will come along with you. I would keep this between us Kadir siblings.” She paused, then continued with a smile as she gently pulled Nahir’s shirt over her markings and fluffed her hair around her. Her haughty smirk returned.

Nahir could feel guilt bubble in her chest as Layla did her best to comfort her. She quickly squashed it and shoved it away before it could manifest in her face.

”Just remember, you’re a Shehzadi, and whatever scumbag did this to you, will never be able to do better than us. I bet you’re the best thing to ever happen to them and it will alas, but his downfall, because I will ruin them.” The smirk became slightly darker now as a certain… harshness, overcasted her features, then was gone as quickly as it had come.

”And I will be there to witness their ruin.” Nahir nodded, a small smile creeping up to her lips at the mental image of Layla inflicting said ruin on whoever her partner had been last night. While the thought was a pleasant one, the older Kadir was right; she may never remember that night. As much as Nahir hated it, dwelling on it would only cause Nahir further torment. All she could do now was use this situation and spin it however she wanted for her benefit.

Lalya smirked at her response. Satisfaction boiled inside of her at Nahir’s reaction. At least there was a smile on her face. She moved away from Nahir to sit down and assess her sister from her spot. There was an awkwardness hanging in the air she was trying to ignore for her sister’s sake. To keep herself busy, she gently petted Zilal who flicked his tongue in appreciation.

”Thank you Layla.” The words felt foreign in her tongue, and more so being directed towards her older sister. Nahir offered another smile, a gentle one this time as she lightly pressed her hand over her neck. A curt thank you was appropriate enough for two estranged sisters.

The words that came out of Nahir’s mouth caused Layla to do a near double take. Her sister… thanked her. The words caused her to pause and glance up at her. The smile caused Layla to reply with one of her own. She nodded and replied, ”You are most welcome.” Then, there was a beat; Layla contemplated saying more, but left it alone and allowed Nahri to decide if she wanted to stay longer, or leave. There was a deep gnawing in her stomach she needed to decipher, so Layla hoped she’d choose the latter.

After so many years living under the same roof, Nahir knew when Layla wanted to be left alone. ”I should go,” She stood to her feet, but they would not budge from their spot. It seemed like both wanted to say more, if they were closer Nahir may have. Another statement of appreciation, or a reassuring smile or maybe even a hug. Instead, she gave the older Kadir Sister a slight bow and left the room.

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Time:1pm
Location:: The Horse Race
Interaction:: @Blizz Lyra


Ruby was nested in her seat as the horse race carried on. After the familiar waffle stand guy was done announcing, the crowd was quick to begin shouting as well. At first this struck Ruby by surprise. This event was something completely new to Ruby and although she was attempting to appear well-acquainted, nervousness made its way in. She jerked in her seat, accidentally dropping the last bit of her corndog snack and it went flying into the air.

The flying corn dog made its way to the front of the crowd and bounced off of a blonde woman’s head. You have got to be kidding me! Ruby thought. This was just her luck to look like a fool at such an upper-class festivity. She swiftly turned her head away and acted like nothing had happened.

She then glanced out at the race that had everyone in an uproar. Duke Lorenzo had begun calling the horses out by name as they sped by. She attempted to catch the interesting names of the runners, but it soon slipped out of her mind. One horse in particular did capture her attention, though. As the man called out, “Empress Victoriaaaaaa!”, Ruby clasped onto her hat with one hand and threw her other arm into the air. She had not even bet on any horse, but for some reason felt a surge of competition run through her.

“Victoria, you go get ‘em! COME ON, ‘YA RASCAL!! DON’T LET THEM TAKE YOUR VICTORY!” She pointed at the horses surpassing hers.

These beautiful creatures were enticing Ruby and she wished to have one of her own that she could ride away on. Maybe one day.

More names continued to be called, but Ruby now had other things on her mind. She remembered what she really came here for– to win the hat contest and become the most desired gal in town. She set her excitement for the race aside and began looking around at all of the wealthy townies’ hats. “Pshh.. Who let these people dress themselves?” She quietly muttered in astoundment. No one could compare to her homemade, garbage-thrifted hat— that’s what she told herself anyway.

It was her time to hunt people down and grab their attention. The race came to an end and the winner was announced. She looked around for a mind to impress. What better than to speak to the winner of the race herself? She noticed Lyra as she got off her horse and walked into the stands. Ruby shuffled her way through the noisy crowd, nearly hitting several people along the way. She tripped over someone’s foot in the crowd and launched forward, catching herself midway.

“Scuse me! Coming through!”

Hoping that Lyra didn’t see this display, she walked up to her in a scurry.

“Hi! Congratulations! Your Tulip Queen Bitch slayer really stole the show. Amazing.” Ruby struck her with a big, awkward smile. She cringed at her own attempt to make a friend.

Charlotte sighed and cast her gaze towards the unexpected guest. Despite the absurdity of having a rooster in her home, she felt too exhausted to think much about it. Instead, she offered a smile, kneeling down to make her acquaintance with the feathered creature. "Hello there, new friend," She greeted softly, "You're certainly a unique guest in my home, but you're most welcome all the same." He cocked his head, somehow looking as confused by her greeting as she was by his presence.

“He’s not one of your pets?… Oh my, is he dinner?” △△△ asked with his voice, while his hand gestures posed a different question for the “new” friend. What’s the matter?

The rooster’s blank stare reprimanded him for asking such an idiotic question. So, △△△ rephrased it into a more reasonable, yes-or-no format. Is something the matter? The rooster refocused their attention on Lady Vikena. Slowly, their talon scraped across the floor. He spared a glance at her. His hands started to formulate another question when a tiny shadow came charging in.

As a wise man once said, bravery was not the absence of fear. It was feeling the fear, the doubt, the insecurity, and deciding that something else was far more important and pressing on in spite of such feelings. Bravery, like many things in the world, also came in all shapes and sizes. To all those present in the foyer, for example, the rooster was nothing but a bird. An unusually large and vibrant colored bird, but a bird nonetheless. For Champion, however, the rooster must have appeared to be an avian colossal, a bird of prey, invading his home. A home that, until yesterday, was something he could have only dreamed of. A home where he felt safe, warm, full, and—above all else—loved. This was his home and he would fight tooth and nail to protect it and its residents; his newfound family. Even from an intruder who thought vivid feathers camouflaged its true nature.

Champion—true to his name—lunged at the rooster, baring ivory fangs and claws, ready to tear their target into ribbons. His attack was swift as it was fierce, catching the rooster off guard. Though it was for a fraction of a second, it was enough for instinct to override any semblance of intelligence and wisdom the rooster possessed until then—every trace of them were gone, leaving a bewildered chicken marooned in a house he did not recognize, surrounded by people he did not know, seconds away from being attacked by a shadow made manifest.

The rooster flapped his wings and let out an ear-piercing squawk before scampering up the stairs, desperate to escape the wrath of the tiny but ferocious feline. With relentless determination, the little ball of fur pursued his prey close behind.

The scene unfolded all too fast, leaving △△△ stunned on the spot. The sound of objects crashing into the ground or breaking into a million pieces snapped the count out of his initial shock. He dashed up the stairs to find that the animals found their way into Duke Vikena’s bedroom.

“Champion no!” Charlotte had cried over the chaos. She let her head fall back to stare at the ceiling in exasperation for just a brief moment before tailing Count Fritz up the stairs. However, she did not halt outside the bedroom as he had. Instead, she had darted inside and scooped the kitten up from behind. It hissed and tried to swing its claws in the rooster’s direction.

”It’s okay… Shhh.” She petted the kitten in hopes of relaxing him, alas it was to no avail. His fur stood up and his pupils remained dilated. Charlotte sighed and departed the room with the kitten. She sat him in her own bedroom and shut the door.

The dark haired woman was soon at the count’s side once more, her eyes falling upon the bedroom before them. Most of the room and even the bedding were green in color. There was a large round bed with a side table on each side, one which completely toppled over. At the far end of the bed was a chest. A couch flanked the left while a large dresser and closet could be found in the back. A sound of disapproval escaped her lips as the sight of clothes all over the room greeted them.

Charlotte moved forward and knelt down to start gathering some of the clothes off the floor. She soon proclaimed as she rose up to her feet, “…That isn’t my pet.”

“I admit, Lady Charlotte, that I was the one who asked first, but do you think it’s wise to confess that he’s dinner, right to his face?” While Lady Vikena swooped in to capture her brave little Champion, △△△ removed his coat, and held it between the kitten and rooster like a curtain, shielding them from both potential attacks on each other and cutting off visual contact. He had been inching closer to the rooster, who Champion backed against the last standing side table, and trying to calm him with a soothing voice.

Still riled up, the rooster scrambled up the side table, using the handles as footholds to reach the top. His ascent was far from graceful; the weight and momentum of the bird’s movements flung the compartments open. The change in weight distribution caused physics to work its magic and the table tipped over, suffering the same fate as its twin. A lone piece of paper remained where the side table once stood while the drawers disgorged their contents, scattering additional papers haphazardly across the floor.

Using what leverage the table provided, the rooster launched himself across the room towards the dresser. As his previous display of athletic skill demonstrated, however, his landing was not as smooth as he planned it to be. He skidded across the dresser top as he tried to turn around, knocking off everything in his wake. A funnel rolled off the dresser and onto the floor with a light thud.

When he went over the edge, his talons grabbed the closest handles he could reach to pull himself back up. As history had a tendency to repeat itself, the compartment flew open. This time, however, the dresser was the heavier of the two: the extended drawer simply hung perilously midair. Once he regained his footing on the dresser top—and after a considerable amount of flailing—the flightless bird evacuated to the one spot he was confident the strangers could not reach.

”Goodness! He’s lost his mind.”

△△△ looked up at the puffed-up bird peering from above the closet, worry etched on his face. “Shh, it’s okay, buddy. We’re not going to hurt you. The kitten was just scared. The kind lady moved him into another room so he won’t be chasing you down.” The rooster had not the slightest clue what he was talking about. “How about this? We’re going to clean up the room while you catch your breath, and maybe later we can give you a nice treat. How does that sound?” Beyond the disorientation, the rooster seemed to perk up at the mention of “treat.” Wherever Wayra snatched this majestic creature from, it was evident he was domesticated if he recognized the word “treat.” Although the lack of chicken coops alluded the Vikenas did not own any chickens, Lady Vikena’s words confirmed the rooster was, at the very least, not theirs. “Good? Great. You rest up, big guy.” △△△ turned to the destruction a single frantic giant rooster brought. He began assisting Lady Vikena with cleaning up. “Not quite how I imagined my day would go,” he said with a chuckle.

Charlotte was relieved he had somehow calmed the crazed bird. The next dilemma would be getting him out of the house. Still worn down from all that occurred, she had continued to simply busy herself with folding the clothes. She managed to give the count a reply nonetheless. ” Me neither, but I’m afraid the universe has a no refund policy when it comes to days like this.”

“Come now, Lady Charlotte,” △△△ said as pushed the drawer back into place. He noted two little brightly colored tickets on top of the folded garments. Each ticket, both brand new, had a picture of a circus tent printed on it, but no date. “Surely the day hasn’t been ruined yet, has it? Look at the bright side. Duke Vikena came back home, you’ve spent time with friends, you’ve made a new feathery one. Why, you even helped people in need and you thwarted Count Damien twice, two days in a row, Lady Charlotte! What an accomplishment!” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, but the grin and praise he directed at Lady Charlotte was genuine. “And that’s not even the best part! Did you see how valiantly Lord Champion fought to protect you and this house? One of the greatest declarations of love I have ever witnessed. How can that not warm the heart?” Suddenly realizing whose heart would not have been warmed, △△△ apologized to the victim. From the rooster’s perspective, the entire ordeal was nothing short of an unprovoked, one-sided assault—no matter how justified the kitten thought his actions were. “At least no one got seriously injured and all we have to deal with is a little mess.” He inwardly flinched at his own words, realizing his error. Technically, no one got seriously injured today, thus far. However, the news of her friend’s passing cut Lady Vikena’s heart as deeply as it would have had Lady Damien died this morning.

Charlotte paused in her movements and turned to face the count, her eyes searching his His words managed to get a genuine smile out of her. "Your positivity is truly uplifting, and I am grateful for the opportunity to have met someone as kind and thoughtful as yourself." She said with genuine warmth, "And I really am glad I'm so loved by Champion... It's been awhile since I've had a pet of my own."

However, the count's last statement fell short, and Charlotte's heart sank as she realized that the news of Lady Violet's passing was still weighing heavily on her mind. She knew that she shouldn't dwell on it, but it was difficult to push the thought aside completely. She knew it wasn't true for certain quite yet, but she was hoping that Persephone wasn't the type to lie about something so horrible. As much as her thoughts had run rampant over the subject, it wasn’t something she wanted to bring up verbally to Count Fritz while he was trying to focus on the positive. But as much as she tried to push the thought aside, it lingered in the back of her mind.

Charlotte gathered the folded clothes in her arms and rose up with them. She took them over to the closet and began to hang what belonged inside. “... I must confess, I feel as though I know very little about you.” She said thoughtfully during her work. She then further elaborated. “You’ve been so busy with all the silliness in my life that I haven’t gotten to know anything about yours… I can tell that you’re very kind for certain, spending all this time helping me when you could be pursuing a future spouse as everyone else is. I assume that’s why you’ve come to Caesonia.” She turned on her heels as she finished hanging the clothes to face him once again, her eyes alight with curiosity and interest in her new friend.

The count hummed thoughtfully, “I’m afraid I won’t make a suitable marriage candidate at the moment. I’m the newcomer, the commoner who held the title of count only for a few seasons. My position is still considerably weak within the court. I would be fortunate to make friends or alliances, let alone find a potential spouse.”

△△△ picked up the funnel on the floor and examined it. There was a faint sweet scent on the inside. “Besides, my future spouse will have a lot to handle if they wish to be part of my family. It's a fate best avoided, if possible.”

”Oh come now. Don’t let yourself become ensnared in the superficial ways of the nobility. There should be more to a marriage than a title. You have a good heart…” Charlotte stepped forward and assured him with gentle sincerity, ”You’ll find someone who will love you as you are and all that you come with. As for your family, well, anyone who loves you will be willing to accept and love them too.” She paused, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Although I must admit, I am curious as to why you attended the courting season if you believe it to be outside the realm of possibility for you?" Her tone was inquisitive, but not judgmental. Her gaze had traveled to the funnel in his grasp as she spoke.

He started to respond, then halted when he noticed her attention was on the funnel. △△△ handed it to Lady Vikena. “This? It was on the dresser before the rooster knocked it off. What does your father use it for? It smells surprisingly sweet,” he said as he skimmed the room to see if there was anything lying around that could answer his question.

“Not certain. I don’t come in here often.” Charlotte admitted. She averted her gaze to bite her lip as a possibility or two drifted into her mind. She moved over to upright one of the nightstands and paused. There was a single paper where the nightstand had once been. She hesitated before collecting it in her fingers. It seemed to just be a list of herbs. After a moment, she continued to put the side table back where it had been, then placed the sheet on top of it. She sighed as she looked upon the rest of the papers everywhere. Charlotte had not expected for Lorenzo to have so many all over the place. She knelt down to begin to collect them.

△△△ examined the list and his eyes narrowed slightly. Many of the herbs on the list were commonly used in magic, but were basic enough for mundane applications as well. Soundlessly, he returned the paper before approaching the other side table and returning it to its original position. “To answer your previous question, Lady Charlotte…” He checked inside to make sure that the lucky few items that remained inside did not break from the impact. “First I must clarify, I don’t consider myself outside the list of prospective marriage partners. It’s simply… well, I don’t think I’ll be high on anyone’s list. Not this year, at least. If, by some stroke of luck, I am, they have the right to know what they’re getting themselves into before committing to the idea.”

“With that said, it’s true that courting is not my top priority. I’ve come here for a few reasons. One, I figured it would be as good an event as any for my international court debut. Two, this might sound childish, but I want to make friends.” △△△ began collecting the scattered objects on the floor. Most of the papers seemed to be poems, primarily about Lady Vikena, with a few about the duke’s late wife. “And three…” the count hesitated, “to find answers to old questions.”

He only allowed the silence to linger briefly. “Speaking of courting, how goes the search, Lady Charlotte? I hope you’re having better luck finding a prospective spouse than I am.”

"I do not believe that I am highly regarded by anyone either," Charlotte stated, her shoulders slumping as she let out a deep sigh. "In fact, I would not be surprised if I were at the bottom of most people's lists."

“I find it hard to believe that you’d be at the bottom of anyone’s list.” △△△ batted the notion away from the air, “If such a list exists, then it’s their loss for failing to see what a wonderful person you are. Not yours.”

"To be completely candid, however, it does not bother me as much as perhaps it should. I have so much occupying my thoughts at present that I cannot focus on it."

The conversation from last night played back in △△△’s head. He nodded without comment, not wanting to interrupt her.

As she spoke, Charlotte began to neatly return the papers to the drawer. “... Oh and…I don’t think it’s childish to seek out friendship. Why would it be?”

△△△ closed his eyes as he rubbed his fingers against the objects in his hands. “Because friendship is a double-edged sword.” He said with a voice barely above a whisper. “And… because, ‘even after knowing nobility all my life, I’ve never really known who to trust in this pit of vipers.’” After paraphrasing Lady Vikena’s own words, he fixed his gaze on her. “So I understand why you’re hesitant to divulge certain matters. But… I meant what I said last night: I do want to help, Lady Charlotte. If I can do no more than act as a simple soundboard, then I will gladly take on that role.” His black eyes searched her blue ones. “What is on your mind?” There was a lot packed in the question.

”I see.” Charlotte rose to her feet and she looked upon him. “… My heart is set on uncovering the truth and protecting those I love. Marrying someone could slow down those efforts as I would not be guaranteed to live as freely as I do now.”

“‘Even if it takes me years, I will uncover the truth,’” △△△ quoted her as he took a seat on the sofa. He looked up at her, silently encouraging her to continue. He sat in a position that afforded him an unobstructed view of the rooster, which had nestled itself comfortably atop the closet. A few birds landed on the window ledge, basking in the sun’s warmth.

Charlotte gazed down at him, her mind filled with conflicting emotions. The thought of opening up to someone after everything that had happened was both comforting and terrifying. She had been keeping her thoughts to herself, prioritizing others in the last few hours. However, with Count Fritz, it was different. He had been there for her, helping her through it all. But could she trust him completely? Was it fair to involve him further in her problems? These were the questions that gnawed at her. With a weary sigh, she finally answered, “I think I will take a brief rest, Count Fritz…. I did not sleep much last night and I have Leo Smithwood coming over at 3pm. If you wish to stay, I can lead you to a guest room or you’re welcome to explore our library until then. Some our staff is walking around if you should so need something. First and foremost, I think I will go arrange for someone to keep an eye on our two new friends downstairs actually.”

△△△ kept silent, his eyes cast downward and his shoulders slumped. Then he shot to his feet and bowed. “I’m a dreadful guest. I should’ve realized sooner how tired you were. I took advantage of your hospitality and overstayed my welcome. Forgive me.” His head inclined further at the beginning of his apology. As he lifted his head, he directed his hands to the door, “Please rest, Lady Charlotte. I can move the rest of the items back into the drawers…” He adjusted his gaze to the rooster, “... and attempted to escort the other guest safely out. Would you like me to lock the door afterwards?” △△△ opened his palm to accept the key, provided Lady Vikena trusted him enough to entrust it to him—let alone leave him unsupervised in her father's room, even for a short period of time. So when she made no movement to do either, he accepted the answer, unperturbed, and continued dealing with the remaining clutter.

The ticking rhythm of the clock drew △△△’s attention. Not much time passed since the illumination started. Who knew what the staff’s reaction would be if they witnessed two blindingly bright stars tucked away in the basement? “Lady Charlotte, could you instruct whoever you send down there to wait a little longer before checking in? I am sure Mr. Vincent and Ms. Mary would be grateful for an uninterrupted hour of rest.”

“No, no. You’re a delightful guest. Really.” Charlotte assured him warmly with a smile. “No such thing as overstaying at the Vikena House. My home is your home.” She glanced around the room for a moment before answering his other question, ” It’s just about almost tidy so no worry about any further cleaning.. However, I would be most appreciative of any assistance in removing Mr. Rooster, as it appears that he has taken a particular liking to you. I shall see to the locking up upon my return." Her gaze momentarily alighted on the pistol mounted upon the wall as she spoke. Having rarely ventured into Lorenzo's quarters, it was undoubtedly intriguing to observe their contents.

“Did your father serve in the army?” Duke Vikena did not appear to be someone who had a strong interest in collecting firearms, as evidenced by the lack of obvious gun-related decor in the rest of the estate. The placement of the pistol in his bedroom implied it was not intended for others to ogle at.

“No. Not that I know of. ” Charlotte had replied. “I will go to rest and have Delilah ready to help you whatever you need. If you plan to stay, you’re welcome to join Lord Leo and I for lunch. Thank you for your company today.” After her final words and a smile, she left the room.

“Sweet dreams, Lady Charlotte.” Once the sound of her footsteps receded into the distance, △△△ reached for the pistol mounted on the wall. The surface of the weapon felt frigid against his skin, from the grip to the smooth metal of the barrel. Although designed to be wielded with ease using only one hand, the pistol felt incredibly weighty in his hands, as if it bore the burden of a life-altering decision.

△△△’s heart sank when he cracked open the chamber of the well-polished pistol and found a single round of ammunition loaded within. The duke had meticulously maintained and cared for it, ensuring that when the time came, it would not misfire—and it only needed to be fired once. What happened after was irrelevant.

The bullet was halfway out of its chamber when familiar words crossed his mind. “What right do you have to decide who lives or dies?”

Udo poured librations overboard. The waves lapped them up as if they had not had a drop of water in eons. As one of Nnenne’s warriors, Udo should have known of the ocean’s unquenchable thirst, yet this knowledge did little to dissuade him from dumping every liquor—that the ship crew did not defend as if it were their own flesh and blood—into the salt water, occasionally indulging in a few gulps between hurls. “You people believe it’s awful to want to end your own life, why? Why? Why do I have to stay a second longer than necessary?” Amidst the drunken haze, his voice was clear as ever. “Abatala n'ụzọ m, ◆◆◆◆◆. I kwere m nkwa.”

Without pause or hesitation, the blade slid across the woman’s throat. Beads of scarlet streamed down her neck, creating a one of a kind necklace that glittered like rubies and garnets underneath the dim streetlight. She gaped at Peter, who stood before her holding the bloody knife, her expression a blend of shock and disbelief. It did not occur to her that karma also collected taxes from the influential. “Some people are better off dead,” Peter spat as the body collapsed onto the grimy alleyway pavement. “You can’t deny that, Boss.”

The only indication of Karleen’s puzzlement was the furrow of her brow. She surveyed the body-strewn battlefield with the indifference of someone who had become accustomed to such carnage. “They lost because we were stronger,” she replied matter-of-factly. “Muscles, brains, money, luck, the will to fight, to live. It doesn't matter what. You have to have more than your enemy, or you lose. That’s all.”

Without making a sound, an arm emerged from behind △△△ and extended itself. After reaching its full length, it flicked its wrist, revealing the card it held: the Wheel of Fortune.

The wall hooks clicked as △△△ put the pistol back on display. “Stop,” he said, the words sounding more like a plea than an order, “I get it.” He placed the bullet on the closest surface. It did not matter where he hid the bullet or the gun, nor did it matter who the intended target was. If Duke Vikena was set on carrying out his plan, he would find another bullet, another gun, another means to achieve what this pistol and bullet were meant to do.

“I get it, loud and clear.” △△△ faced his audience watching from the other side of the glass. A deluge of birds amassed every window ledge and perched on the nearby tree branches, their beady eyes fixated on him with a detached curiosity. △△△ expelled a long sigh as he walked to the nearest window and opened it.

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As △△△ attempted to regain his balance, the rooster propelled himself out of his grasp, causing him to fall backwards onto the ground with a resounding thud. △△△ pulled himself up, rubbing the backside that took the brunt of the impact, and swiftly scanned the room to see if the rooster had suffered any injuries. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the unharmed bird scurry under the bed.

With the goal of rescuing the rooster from the top of the closet, △△△ used a chest as a foothold to close the distance between them. He successfully coaxed the bird to come close enough to grab him when sudden barking noises from outside startled the rooster into another frenzy. Despite △△△’s attempts to restrain the giant bird and prevent it from bringing havoc to the Duke’s room once again, their struggle led to him getting himself snagged on the closet handle and subsequent loss of balance.

Given the destruction the rooster could have wrought, it was fortunate that the only casualties were the knocked-over chest and a few trinkets that spilled out of it. Regrettably, those trinkets confirmed a suspicion of △△△’s. He retrieved one of the many opium-filled bulb flasks in one hand and a bottle of gin in the other—a deadly combination.

Who needs a bullet when you could take these instead? It would make for a cleaner outcome: less washing would be required and there would be no need for a closed casket. “Why are you so insistent on leaving her behind?” he asked the master of the room.

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”Yessss!” Zarai exclaimed, letting go of one of Anastasia’s hand to throw it above her head. She expected pain there, but she could only feel a dull sensation coming from her side. ”I want some warm baked goods, two cups of the hottest hot cocoa and a big plate of fluffy eggs.” Her voice silky smooth as if she were describing a lover.

”I think I’m falling in love.” Anastasia reached forward as if the items she described were floating in the air.

”What about you, princesa?” Her attention then turned to Wystan, ”And you? In need of some hot buns?”

”I am quite content.” The bodyguard shook his head, his eyes still on the departing Count Calbert.

”Zarai’s not in need of hot buns since she already has some.” The princess giggled, and Zarai winked her way. “Well, we can head over to our carriage and take the ride back up town. The baker at the ball told me where his bakery is. Best pastries I’ve ever had and I know for sure you’d love them, Zarai… Then we can go find you some nice fluffy eggs. Ser Barrios, you like eggs too, don’t you? You look like an egg kind of guy.”

"I am a bit of an egg guy, Your Highness." Sir Barrios agreed, not willing to pass up the opportunity for some breakfast when all he had was a few pieces of toast in the morning.

Anastasia began to lead the way to the carriage as they spoke, her guards still silently tailing them. It was still stationed by the front of the park.

”The baker at the ball… would this be the person we know as ‘Ezra’?”

“Yup! Think so!”

It was only a few minutes before they were pulling up in front of the fountain on Wulfric Road. They had been about to make a left when Anastasia rose in her seat.

”Wait! Stop! I think I see Wulfy.”

Wulfric was in fact just passing by - on foot, because he’d decided on a stroll to the race track despite running late. He saw one of the royal carriages, and his sister within. He paused to offer a nod in greeting to her and company. But they were clearly heading in opposite directions, and Anastasia also seemed just fine. Thus, he went on his way after that brief acknowledgement to each other.

Anastasia furrowed her brows as her brother continued casually on his way. Determined, she swung open the door and called out, ”Wulfriiiic! Yoohooooo!”

Involuntarily, Wulfric’s eyebrows raised at the beckoning. He and Anastasia hadn’t exchanged a word when they were both at the archery contest. He’d figured she was more than content with her current company and plans. But it looked like, for whatever reason, she felt compelled to call him over. So, he backtracked a few steps, and stopped by the opened carriage door. “Hello, sister,” he greeted. He glanced at his friend. “...Zarai.” The guards received an assessing look each. Though to Wystan, he also offered a small nod.

“Shall we continue this outside or inside?” Wulfric asked. He didn’t want to hold a conversation while he was standing outside and they were all within the carriage.

Sir Barrios bowed his head, ”Your Royal Highness,” he greeted.

”Don’t you look happy to see us.” Zarai beamed at Wulfric, hoping to get an annoyed look from him. She scooted further into the seat and patted the empty space next to her. ”Come on in, Your Royal Highness. Don’t just stand there.”

“Oh, I’m absolutely thrilled, Zarai,” Wulfric deadpanned. But unlike his friend was insinuating, he didn’t actually mind. He arched an eyebrow at her mildly. If she was calling him by his full title, then that knight had been set to keep her on her best behavior by her mother. Which was not especially surprising, all things considered.

When it became clear the others would remain in the carriage, he climbed in. Before he did, though, he notified the coachman to remain parked while he was inside.

Anastasia greeted her brother with an affectionate tone. “Hi, Wulfy!” she had exclaimed. ”Yes, come sit!” She patted the seat next to Zarai as well, gesturing for him to join them. ”This is so exciting. I have so much I can talk to you about!”

Sighing, he did sit in the indicated position. He adjusted his sheathed sabre so it wouldn’t get in the way yet still remain within reach, then settled himself in between the two ladies. He briefly turned to regard Zarai a bit more carefully. “How are you holding up?” he asked quietly. What he really wanted to do was poke her about how she should polish her hand-to-hand skills. But for now, he refrained.

Zarai leaned in so only Wulfric could hear. ”Wonderfully numb.” Zarai gave him a toothy grin. Her eyes briefly wandered to his sabre, brows arched up in interest but made no further inquiry to it. While it was tempting to ask about the sabre, she would much rather squash her curiosity than have Sir Barrios report to her mother that Lady Zarai was asking the Crowned Prince for some pointers. Such an unlady like thing!

The prince just raised a dubious brow at Zarai. She’d been high when he’d seen her at the ball, and now she was once again ‘self-medicating’. He gave her a long look, mildly disapproving yet coolly indifferent. He huffed dismissively, and didn’t otherwise comment.

Then, Anastasia spoke to him with much enthusiasm. Wulfric turned to her, mostly skeptical. There were a multitude of things that could excite his sister, some entirely mundane…others very much inadvisable. Still, he merely went for a gentle prompt. “Tell me, then.”

”Okay, so! First things first.” Anastasia slapped her hands down on her thighs as if to commence the conversation. “Who’s the lucky lady, Wulfy? How did things go this morning?”

She’d said she had something to talk about, yet was asking for some information first. Wulfric supposed this was his sister’s way of being polite...Or maybe she was just her usual whimsical self. “If you’re wondering whom I am interested in, then it’s Shehzadi Mayet,” he admitted easily. However, it was unusual for him to express any kind of personal interest in someone else. Even less so when it came to considerations of a partnership.

”Ooohhh,” Zarai wiggled in her seat, unphased by Wulfric’s all too common indifference. ”All of the Shehzadi are so beautiful.” She nodded with approval.

Anastasia gasped and covered her mouth to keep herself from interrupting.

“Of those I met this morning…” a competitive smirk arose, “Well, Layla seems like a fun one.” He then tilted his head, and shrugged lightly. “I also met with Lady Saiya, and Lady Crystal,” he seemed somewhat thoughtful in regards to one or both of them, but didn’t elaborate. “So…with the exception of some minor disturbances, things went well.”

Wulfric then reoriented the conversation. “And? What was so exciting for you?”

The princess uncovered her mouth and let the words tumble out, ”Wulfy! I am so excited for you. Mayet and Layla are gorgeous and you’re gonna luck out either way. Zarai and I are more than happy to play wingman for you, if you need us to. Although, let's be real here. You're the Prince Wulfric. Charming, handsome, and known to all as the future King of Caesonia. Mayet’s probably head over heels for you already.”

At the mention of Layla, Wulfric snorted. “Layla…? With her, it’s more akin to having someone fun to spar with, or matching against a decent chess player,” he explained. Rival? Opponent? Competitor? None of those words quite fit, so he left it at the comparison. He was just as amused at the idea that he might need luck, or a wingman. He was about to politely decline when Anastasia claimed Mayet was likely already infatuated. “Not that there isn’t some mutual interest,” he said, amused, “but we did just meet last evening, you know.”

Anastasia then responded to his question with a smile, “You were so exciting for me! I wanted to talk about you!” Thoughtfully, she tapped her chin as she considered what else he had said, “I don’t know if I have met a Lady Saiya but as for Lady Crystal… I think… Oooh…” Her mind wandered back to the chaos at Calbert’s house. “You know. There is something I should tell you about actually… The Damiens’ house just got attacked.”

Any levity the prince had gained and expressed until then dissipated in a moment. “Attacked?” he asked, an attentive sort of tension spreading throughout him. His voice and expression were suddenly rather serious. Unconsciously, his palm went to the hilt of his sword. But as soon as he realized it, he let it go; it wasn’t as if there was any danger right there. “What happened?” he asked. He could (and would) get a report straight from the guards, but first wanted to hear whatever his sister and Zarai had to say about it.

Zarai patted his arm as if to calm him, ”Count Calby told us that he had invited Kazumin to his home to talk to him, something about stalking his daughter. I think the girl is just too afraid of everything, but anyway,” she waved her hand, ”He claimed that a woman attacked his home and took Kazumin and ‘vanished from thin air.’” she tried not to hit Wulfric in the face with her air quotes. ”His home was a mess from what we saw.”

Wulfric looked over his shoulder, sending a frown at Zarai. “Claimed? If his home is a mess, then clearly, there was an attack.” He wasn’t sure what Zarai was doubting or trying to insinuate. His immediate thought was that the culprit was the same woman Calbert had indicted for the murder of his daughter. But that was just an assumption on his part. Still, if it was her, then it was thoroughly strange to him that she would choose to do this, now. In fact, the whole thing was odd. “So, you think that this woman, what, invaded his home just so she could kidnap Nagasa? Or–?”

”Well, of course there was. I’m not saying it wasn’t attacked.” Zarai rolled her eyes, she wasn’t an idiot. ”What I am trying to say is that the man isn’t very… friendly?” People like him and her parents weren’t exactly saints, and it wouldn’t be a surprise if someone who got sick of being punched down finally decided to strike back.

“Ah, I see,” Wulfric’s tone was one of realization. “You believe he got what was coming to him,” he stated sardonically. He gave Zarai a sharp smirk. “And you think you aren’t cut out for politics,” he needled her slyly.

As soon as he turned to his sister, Zarai gave the back of his perfect little head a mocking smile. ... and you think you aren’t cut out for politics. she mouthed with another roll of her eyes. Which was rewarded by a soft jab from Sir Barrios.

“Sounded like Kazumin and this chick knew each other to me. Calbert said they ran away together… Oh my… Do you think they’re in love?” Anastasia’s eyes sparkled at the idea and she smiled and cupped her own cheeks as she proclaimed, “That would be soooo cute!”

“Cute.” Wulfric turned back to his sister, a disapproving frown darkening his features. He was about to remind her that this was hardly the time for frivolity. But something else about what she’d said nagged at him. “Ran away together…Just what reason did Nagasa have to run?” he pondered. Because, no, this wasn’t the kind of situation where romance would play a part in.

At this point, he did turn to the guards who’d accompanied Anastasia, and queried them on the details. Such as what they’d seen and heard at the estate, if they had any further information on the attack, and if it seemed like there was anything like a proper investigation already ongoing.

“Well,” Wulfric said once that was done with. “This was certainly intriguing, but I do have some other matters to attend to. Whatever this situation is all about, I’m sure Damien will come running to the castle to say his piece sometime today yet,” he chuckled a tad darkly. It was bound to be fascinating, for more than one reason.

“See you,” he said idly as he went to get out. But then, he turned to Anastasia thoughtfully. “Oh, sister? Let’s meet up around 6 pm, if you’re free.”

”Sure! I’ll be there! Stay safe, Wulfy.”

“You too,” Wulfric retorted, then left.

After that, the group continued on their journey for some tasty grub.

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Thea had begun slowly making her way down the street after leaving Charlotte’s house. She needed to meet up with Leo, but she found she wasn’t really rushing at all as she was nervous about what she needed to talk to him about. While talking to Charlotte and even John had helped her in feeling a bit better, the dread of the morning’s events was washing over her once again. How would her brother react to the news about her now ex-fiance? How was her mother going to react? Anxiety had her trembling like a leaf and then there were the gunshots. Panic set in as she glanced around, unsure of where the sound came from. Was she in danger? Perhaps her mother had a point that she shouldn’t explore the city without a guard.

At first she simply began walking faster, but it quickly turned into a run as she did her best to fight back tears. Before she knew it, she was in the park and was forced to slow down due to the festival. She had a few people try and stop her to ask her if she was okay, but she barely heard them as she felt the world spinning some. Her head was pounding and she needed a drink desperately. Perhaps then she could calm down some. Finally she stumbled across a stand selling some mead. She made her way through the line and eventually bought herself a glass. She downed it right then and there before ordering another and walking away with it. Slowly she felt herself calming some and her mind cleared a little. The horse race…yes, wasn’t there a horse race today? Surely Leo wouldn’t miss that. With a deep breath, Thea began making her way to the racetrack.

It took her a little while to sift through the crowd, asking some familiar faces if they’d seen her brother yet. She’d managed to finish her second glass of mead now and finally found someone to point her in the direction they’d last seen her brother. She found him sitting down and she felt emotions wash over her once again, but did her best to keep her composure. She approached him, forcing a smile on her face as she took a seat next to him. ”May I join you, dearest brother?” She asked, unable to keep a quiver from her voice.

“Thea!” Leo immediately stood up and spoke her name with exaggerated enthusiasm to show her presence was always a welcomed one. “Just in time for the race.” He offered his brightest smile. He had noted the fragile shake of his sister’s voice when she’d spoken. Was it a bad day or just another difficult one? Either way, his job was now to improve Thea’s day however he could. So Leo put an arm around Thea’s shoulders and used the other arm to gesture toward the horses.

“Now I’ve placed a large bet on that horse right there, Lady Avarice, a steed named after greed absolutely has to have her sights set on gold. Except Duke Vikena has renamed the horses, so now I’m wondering if the horse now known as Queen Tulip the Bitch-Slayer has a chance of defeating Sir Ominous Dominus Black. Certainly, with a name like Sir Ominous Dominus Black that stallion will be looking to dominate this race. Quite the predicament. Will I leave here slightly richer than before? Or will I be enduring a painful lecture from our mother later all about poor horse choosing?” Leo whispered the information as if it were a closely guarded secret, and once he was done, he pulled his arm away from Thea, grinned, and shrugged.

In reality, he had picked the horse and rider he’d never heard of, considering the unknown a riskier, and thus more rewarding if correct, bet. But the point was not to discuss betting strategy, only to distract Thea with something ridiculous, non-troubling, and fun. “Have you placed a bet?”

Leo seemed to always know the best way to calm her nerves and make things fun, something Thea truly admired and often tried to do for him as well. She’d relaxed some as he’d put his arm around her and couldn’t help but giggle as he told her of all she’d missed so far. Surely their mother would be quite frustrated with him if he lost whatever money he bet. She wouldn’t even be surprised if she’d be mad that he bet anything at all, likely finding gambling to be a distasteful thing. All the more reason for Leo to do so and Thea to support him.

”My, it sounds like I’ve missed a bit! Unfortunately I didn’t get a chance to place a bet, though I have a feeling I would have bet on the same horse as you. How could you pass up that opportunity with such a divine name?!” She said, a happier tone coming easier to her voice for now. She still knew she had matters to discuss with him, but for now there was no harm in both of them enjoying themselves. ”Even with the name change, I think your bet was a wise one. Sir Ominous Dominus may sound daunting and strong, but I personally think it sounds like he’s compensating for something, wouldn’t you agree? Perhaps he’s a little bitch.” She reasoned with a bit of a smirk, confidence exuding from her now. ”I think our lovely Queen Tulip the Bitch-Slayer will easily take Sir Ominous Dominus the Little Bitch down.”

Leo nodded along, listening with the same focus he used for only the most important discussions. A world in which their highest concern was merely the outcome of a horse race was a much better place to live in even if it was a facade fated to last only for a short while. “A bold claim but very sound logic. Ol’ Ominous Dominious out there just doesn’t seem to have half the vibrancy the Bitch-Slayer’s got.” Leo agreed. That much was true, even from a distance it was clear that from coat to saddle the horse now known as Queen Tulip the Bitch-Slayer received only the best care and attention, and the noble mare held a confident look that said she was more than ready to leave the competition in the dust. It was a sound bet.

“I think you showed up just in time to save me from torturous seconds of second-guessing, a sure sign my luck has finally turned around.” Leo added.

"I'm always happy to be your good luck charm." Thea said with a giggle and a nod as she glanced out at the competition, but slowly her face fell as her mind drifted to other matters once again. She fidgeted in her seat a little as she debated on speaking or not. How could she rob him of joy at this moment? Perhaps she'd wait until after the race. Or was it better to rip it off like a bandage? She wanted to scream at herself for being so indecisive. "Leo I…" She began and felt a wave of illness overtake her, but she pressed on. "I have news to tell you, but I fear you may be upset." She said in little more than a whisper.

“Life is full of upsetting news, but I try not to make a habit of shooting the messenger. Whatever you have to tell me, I can almost guarantee it won’t be the worse news I’ve gotten in the last year.” Leo would bet money on that statement too. Whatever her news was; it wasn’t pressing enough that she had led with it, and it wasn’t sensitive enough that it needed to be told in secret. So it would be manageable, but since Thea seemed anxious about whatever she needed to say, the horse race was quickly pushed out of his mind as he gave her his full attention.

Thea couldn't help but wince a little at his last words, knowing that was likely the truth. Still, she wasn't fond of adding to any stress her brother already had. She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before she finally opened her mouth to speak. "Felix broke off the engagement." She glanced at him briefly, hoping to gauge his reaction to the news. "I made a mistake and went to his room drunk last night. I suppose my state resulted in me acting shamefully and I've scared him off. I always scare people off…" She began rambling, now looking away from her brother.

“Well, Felix has a stupid weasel face and is less interesting than a loaf of stale bread.” Leo spoke calmly, as if these were well-known facts, once Thea had paused. It was probably poor taste to speak of the prince like that, but that thought was much less important than the fact that Thea was hurting. He put an arm back around Thea’s shoulders. Even if she didn’t want to look at him, she would know he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Thea, anyone who is afraid because you have emotions, is not worth your time.
And you did not look happy around him last night, no marriage would ever be worth your happiness. You are worth more than that.” Leo offered this opinion in a soft and somber tone. There was the ‘pop’ of the starting gun, the sound of hooves against the track, and Lorenzo’s commentary filling the air but it no longer mattered. A small win would not fix his sister’s broken heart, and there wasn’t much Leo could do about it either. “You go ahead and be as scary as you need to be, I’ll be right here.”

The warmth of comfort spread over Thea and her brother’s words reached her ears, quelling her fears and worries for the time being. She leaned into him, laying her head on his shoulder as she let out a small sigh, watching the horses take off. A rogue tear slipped down her cheek, but there was a soft smile on her face. ”How did I end up with the most wonderful brother ever? Thank you, Leo.” She said softly. After a few moments of silence and quite the interesting power struggle, the Bitch Slayer seemed to pull ahead and Thea sat up. ”Oh Leo, look! Oh how exciting!” She said, now with more enthusiasm as it seemed the horse Leo bet on was going to win.

“Of course. You will always get my best Thea.” Leo smiled, not a bit of it forced or faked; if he was going to do something right, at least let him be a good brother. The crowd picked up, excitement rumbled through the air. Surprise interference by a wayward bird even threw a bit of chaos onto the track. It was a close race but Queen Tulip the Bitch Slayer pulled through in the end. Leo clapped for the victor, mirrored the crowd's enthusiasm, and it was enough to just watch a horse race with his sister.

“Very, exciting. Good to see Sorian can still put on a proper horse race. Want to split the winnings? Since you brought all the good luck?” Leo offered.

Thea giggled, but shook her head as she smiled at him. "No, no. You won it fair and square Leo. Besides, if Mother found out you gave me money she might get upset thinking I'll use it to feed my addiction. Which, honestly, I might." She said somewhat jokingly with a shrug. "Thank you for helping relieve my anxieties and being the best brother, Leo. I think I might go back to my room and take a nap now." She said before throwing her arms around him in a hug. A few minutes later Thea was heading back to the guest house.

Riona perused through the aisles of the shop, taking in the wide selection of spices, herbs, flowers, and roots it had on offer. Shelves upon shelves of jars and packets, each one holding a different blend of botanicals, lined the walls. Products that weren't on a shelf or hanging from the ceiling were arranged in their respective displays, inviting customers to take a closer look at their eye-catching colors and heady mix of scents, ranging from sweet and floral to pungent and earthy. The store seemed to have every imaginable botanical, including the more exotic and obscure ones, making it a place of endless possibilities for culinary exploration and experimentation. Riona didn’t come here to buy groceries, though. She came to buy ingredients for a very different kind of cooking.

Ideally, she would’ve grown the ingredients herself. It would’ve saved her a lot of money in the long run, but realistically, she didn’t have the time or energy to take care of the more difficult plants. Long story short, it was just easier to buy them… if she had the money for them, that is.

Riona audibly gasped at the outrageous price scribbled on the tag. How the f**k is this tiny bottle worth three months of my salary? She’d been searching for a particular root listed in one of Callum’s books that was a vital component of several potions. This root, called geshrow, turned out to be a challenge to find and, apparently, was going to be a pain-in-the-a** buying too.

After a rough calculation of her budget, she pursed her lips. With great reluctance, Riona returned the bottle to the shelf. She glowered at the label the entire time, silently wishing that her glare alone could shrink the numbers into an affordable amount. Her gaze remained fixed on it even as she backed away from the display, as if distance was the only reason the price didn’t buckle into submission.

Riona knew it was pointless, even careless, but she didn’t really know just how careless she was being until she backed right into another customer. She blurted an apology as she spun around to face the innocent bystander properly, then flashed a smile of recognition upon seeing Callum.

She was just about to follow up with a casual greeting when his guards came into view and they looked none too pleased with her. Had she collided into Callum as Riona the maidservant, and not dolled-up “Ms. Vos,” she didn’t doubt that they would’ve been on her like a pack of rabid dogs for hurting His Highness. Based on their demeanor, however, the guards weren’t going to let Ms. Vos go without a proper apology, even if she wasn’t a peasant.

As soon as she spotted the guards, Riona angled herself so that the wide brim of her hat eclipsed her face from them. When she curtsied, she was careful to do the style drilled into every debutante since the day they could walk—the one that, because of the long dresses, people didn’t seem to realize how much pliés, tendus, and rond de jambes were happening behind the curtains.

“Your Highness, I must beg your pardon and proffer my sincerest apologies. My senses were so enraptured by the enchanting colors and scents that I failed to take heed of my surroundings.” Riona covered her cheek and turned her head further away from the guards, pretending to conceal a blush that should’ve appeared if she was a proper Caesonian gentlewoman. “I pray that my inadvertence has not inflicted any harm upon your person… Your Highness.” She tried her best to avoid sticking the title Prince to Callum’s name or using the surname Danrose, but Riona couldn’t just call him Cal in front of his intimidating babysitters, now could she?

Her gaze traveled to the basket in Callum’s hand and instantly recognized what the items in there were for. “It appears that you possess a discerning palate. If it may not be too impertinent of me, might I recommend the spices over there?” Riona gestured towards the direction the blasted geshrow was located. If she wasn’t going to be able to use it, at least Callum could.

“May the remainder of your shopping bring you joy, Your Highness. It was a pleasure to meet you.” She gave Callum a polite bow before leaving him to his own shopping while she continued with hers. As much as Riona would’ve liked to chat, she couldn’t risk being recognized by the guards—a possibility that grew under their watchful eyes.

Even from a distance, Riona could tell how much happier Callum was outside the castle. His posture was more relaxed, his face lost some of the weary lines, and a faint smile appeared whenever he spotted something interesting. It was as if a weight had been lifted off of him, and he could finally breathe freely. At times like these, it couldn’t have been more obvious that court life didn’t suit him, much like Sadie.

In fact, the Caesonian Prince and Varian Princess had a lot in common, just enough for Riona to wonder if they’d make a good match. They were similar in age and they shared a passion for learning, always eager to expand their knowledge and understanding. Additionally, they were both compassionate, caring deeply for commoners, and held a strong aversion to the abuse of power and violence.

As Riona pondered further, she found herself increasingly drawn to the idea. Being children of the reigning “monarch,” they could understand and support each other in ways that others wouldn’t be able to. Given their shared beliefs and values, the odds of them clashing over ideology were essentially nil. Moreover, Callum would never mistreat Sadie (unlike that two-faced bastard Desmond), and Sadie could infuse Callum with a much-needed dose of optimism and positivity. They’d make a perfect pair, free to be themselves. Perhaps, with time, Sadie won’t be afraid to trust her heart to someone again, and Callum would learn to love him—

The shopkeeper's bell rang, and a breeze pushed its way inside. The air, still tainted with the lingering smell of burnt flesh, asked Riona if she had forgotten her promise. Why should any of the Danroses deserve what they denied her family, friends, everyone from her hometown? She ignored the tiny little voices that gave the answer she heard many times over, by lowborn and highborn alike, “By right of royal blood.” … Ha! The irony.

When Callum turned around and their eyes met, all Riona saw were Edin’s blue eyes. Suddenly, she’s 10 years old again. King Edin stood before her father and Lord Dantès as the blazing fire illuminated them. Sparks of that day landed on the fuse and ate her away. Riona stomped out the image as she rushed to the cashier counter and dumped her shopping basket onto it. “My apologies. I seem to have left my wallet behind. I shall return at a later date to make my purchase. Have a good day.” Without sparing Callum a glance, Riona bolted out of the store.

Time:2pm?
Location:: The Horse Race
Interaction:: @Blizz Lyra


Ruby awaited a response to her impulsive gesture, which was actually on the subtle side for her. She turned her eyes toward the champion horse, and her face illuminated.

"Ah... Thank you. Though, that is not her real name, despite the announcer's sense of humor.”

Before she could reply, the horse started to approach her, bringing its muzzle right into her hair. She felt a tingly sensation as the animal sniffed away and finally brought its head onto her shoulder. Its massive head nearly pushed her hat right off. Ruby softly patted the horse’s nose and giggled. If I had as much skill with people as I do with animals, my life would be far different thought Ruby.

She glanced back over to the horse’s keeper, noticing her extravagant hat and kempt appearance."Her name is Lady Avarice. And I believe she likes you."

You could have fooled Ruby, even with a name like Queen Tulip the Bitch Slayer. “Lady Avarice! A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I think we just became best friends.” she shouted, still infatuated with the creature. The woman then introduced herself to Ruby and that was when she noticed the sword by her hip.

General Carris of the Armed Forces.. A well-dressed lady with tact and presumably many skills. She did not know whether to feel intimidation or admiration toward such a woman. Something about her calmed Ruby.

“I don’t think we have [met]! My name is Ruby, Ruby Maeve. I am somewhat new in town. I just love events like this. Attended them all the time back home. Are you also entering the hat contest, or do you always look so fashionable while you ride?” Ruby look eagerly at General Carris. If someone didn't stop her from talking soon, they were both going to miss the contest.