Potter

Avalia

Rosaria

Time: Night
Location: Desert
Interactions: @baraquiel Jomari & @13org Nuallán
Mentions:

Equipment --- Edited

Wearing:
Outfit, Unbreakable and returning enchantments on her swords, bow and quiver filled with arrows, and location senders (2) - one connected to Annya, Mika, and her parents.
In her backpack: Dark sight glasses, cleansers/hygiene, rings with enchantment for disguise, potions, flask, portable bed, tent, rope and palm warmers.

The boisterous celebration from the demihuman bandits ended abruptly. Light magic surrounded the camp like a dome and left them without an escape route. Glowing in the midst stood Rosaria with the fury of a thousand suns. Their cheers faded into cries and screams while their once overjoyed expressions morphed into absolute terror. ”If you wanted to make sure I didn’t wake up or retaliate, you should have picked a stronger drug or a magic resistance cuff. I admire your dedication, but your actions speak of how amatuer you are. You best hope I don’t find your families.” She raised her hands and created chains of light magic that wrapped around each of the demihumans, halting them in their place and making it difficult for them to move. A quick slash with her hand with orbs of magic rendered them completely blind. They screamed and shouted with terror and dread but were unable to move. Silent and lethal, the blade quickly dispatched the demihumans around the once sleeping princess. With blood dripping from the sword, Rosaria moved forward with a dangerous expression, one that promised murder. Time was of the essence so unfortunately, she wasn’t able to savor their deaths.

Heaviness filled her eyes, so she slapped her cheeks to try waking herself up. Whatever the drug had been, it was efficient and had kept her asleep for who knew how long. Groaning, Rosaria pulled her darksight glasses out and put them on fast. She ignored the dark sky above her and focused on finding Jomari and Nuallán. For now, they were her priority; the others would have to wait. Mika and Kuroi were both skilled fighters and Uzul was capable of handling himself. Still, worry gnawed at her and she took several deep breaths to quell it.

Quiet as a mouse and as alert as a predator, Rosaria spun the sword in her hand while searching for the two. It didn’t take her long to find them. She halted to evaluate the situation and pulled her hood over her face. Pride and joy rushed through her, watching her most adorable and deadly butler dispatching the rhino. Her gaze flickered to Jomari and she watched as he manipulated the sand around him. Smirking, Rosaria waved her hand and soon became invisible. Rosaria crept towards the battle and sheathed her sword and took her bow out and strung an arrow. Carefully she aimed it towards the crocodile and allowed the arrow to fly. Not wasting any time, Rosaria strung the next one and aimed it at the scorpion and then finally, the Rhino. Each arrow had been imbued with light magic to increase damage. She then used light magic to shield Nuallán and Jomari, which they’d both be able to see, as Rosaria allowed herself to become visible once more and waved with a faint smile and murder in her eyes.

”Did you miss me?”

Avalia

Tigerlily

Time: Morning
Interaction: Barboda @Alivefalling, Helio @princess
Tesoro aka “Rat” @Infinite Cosmos, Nym @helo
Location: Aboard the Harem, Dining Hall

Equipment

Wearing: new outfit, sword strapped to her belt, enchanted with return enchantment; daggers in her boots, sheathed and one hanging from belt, plus hat/cape from her outfit below
In her bag inside: Location sender, time teller, eye protectors & dark sight, glasses; Outfit Bought from Sailor’s Emporium

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Tigerlily sat in the dining room with her legs over the table’s edge while leaning back in her chair. Her mane of blue hair laid around her. In one hand was a bottle of rum and the other a seashell she kept fiddling with. There were a few of them around her now as she seemed to be growing a collection. Her mind raced with the events of the day. Ardyn’s crew and the murderous rage and loathing she had for him, Lizzie dead, and finally, Bastian and Faye kidnapped. Helio’s desperate plea to save them only hurt worse. The idea of visiting Roshmi made her skin crawl and for her to push away long forgotten memories. Then, the guilt would creep in, and she’d take another sip of rum and before she knew it, she had a collection growing. Distantly, she heard her name and glanced up.

There was a pause, and then she registered the speaker's words. ”I’m fine,” she replied without thinking her words through. Yes, fine, but she hated lying. He wouldn’t understand... The mixed feelings inside of her threatened to explode, but she replaced it with a flirtatious smile. ”No I didn’t, thanks to the Rat. How are you?” She took another swig of her rum and set her seashell down absentmindedly, noticing that briefly, one of the edges was sharper than the rest.

Avalia

Saoirse

Time: Night.
Location: Inn By The Sea
Interactions: @Alivefalling Dante; @FunnyGuy Darius; @samreaper Menzai; @Blizz Isolde
Mentions:

Appearance

New Appearance from Disguise Ring & New Outfit

Equipment

-Backpack filled with brass knuckles, multiple knives, lighter and some matches, mask.
-Left at room: wad of cash, black long sleeve shirt, leggings, black combat boots, and red leather jacket with hood.

As she sat on the rooftop observing the town below her, Shae noticed an unusual sight. There was a girl on the beach with what looked like sparks forming around her hands. She stood up with curiosity and watched as two men came over to her. There was a wolf-demihuman standing nearby guarding them as well. She gathered her belongings and stuffed her lighter deep in a pocket. Her curiosity piqued, she went to the edge of the roof and glanced around for the annoying fairy, but didn’t see her.

Noticing the roof nearby and not caring if she disturbed the peace, Saoirse ran to the edge of the roof and jumped off of it, throwing her arms behind her to catch the momentum and pulled her legs up. Once she was close enough, she somersaulted onto the roof and went in between the buildings to slide down. Keeping her arms and legs stretched out, Saoirse reached the ground quickly. She adjusted her hair and smirked at a few elven boys watching with awe and blew them a kiss. Tossing her hair behind her, she approached the group cautiously. Would this group be more interesting? Damn, she hoped so.

With a sigh of relief, she approached them. She kept her voice low, but her Irish accent was as noticeable as ever. ”You need to find disguises quickly. There was an… accident here earlier so I’m sure there will be trouble here soon. We have these fancy rings-” She flashed hers for them to see, ”And they can help hide your appearance if you get what I mean. Also I’m Aidan. You?” She leaned against a tree casually with her arms folded and her hands resting on her elbows.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

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Time: Evening
Location: Marek’s After Party
Attire: Evening Outfit & Mask
Interactions: None
Mentions:@princess Anastasia ★ @Terrance420 Alden ★ @Infinite Cosmos Munir ★ @samreaper Kazumin

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The scene before him that had been relaxing and working to his goal was soon shattered by the ridiculous cowlick blond going berserk. Of course he should have realized these morons would have drank these stupid things without realizing what was wrong with them. That wasn’t their problem; however, his problem now included the dumbass going on a rampage that resulted in his cupcakes being smashed. Fury didn’t describe the emotion he felt; if he could transform into a basilisk and murder the blond and everyone else save for his angel, he would have.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t, so Ezra decided to chalk it up for another day. It was albeit amusing to watch the imbecile beating up himself. He smirked though watching it play out. Anastasia, his angel, though, was distressed by the incident but wasn’t capable of reacting sanely. No, she had the right drink and was too loving and caring to do much else. How was his night working out so well in his favor? From the corner of his eye he saw a dark haired man join the scenario and sighed. How many people did he have to deal with in this goddamn establishment? No matter, they were all going to be too sick and drunk to care for anything soon.

To add to his dismay, the idiotic son of the duchess from Varian kingdom now started throwing his cupcakes. His eyes twitched as he remembered how long it had taken to get them right but brushed it aside. There were plenty more where that had come from and the princess had consumed one anyway. Turning his attention back to Leo, he noticed the edge in his tone and smirked. So that was a weak point. Sure, he didn’t know anything about Thea, but he knew he could fix that.

Taking this opportunity, he went to speak to her again when the Shahzade joined. Ezra remained stoic and quiet as he watched them and raised a brow. Why did the washed up and wannabe Shahzade want to be introduced to Callum? He looked as if he’d climbed out of a gutter and thrown on the first rags he’d seen. Did they not wear clothes in their kingdom? Disgusting. He turned away and stepped aside to watch the scenario play out. His smaller sister was engaged in conversation with Roman while the other sister flirted with Alden. What a bunch of imbeciles. Withholding a sigh of annoyance, he went over to the bar and ordered food and strictly water as he decided to watch the events play out. He slunk back and kept his gaze flickering around the room but mostly on Anastasia.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Caseonia Streets > The Tough Tavern
Attire: Here - Updated
Hair: Here - Updated

Persephone had stored Buttercup in an abandoned farmhouse nearby and given him plenty of carrots and apples. She had changed into a new outfit and pulled her hair back into a messy bun with loose strands hanging out and framing her face. She felt more at ease with this outfit and could move freely. How anyone stomached wearing that fancy shit was beyond her. She was glad she didn’t need to wear it more often. She had stashed most of her food in her hiding spot, but kept some of the bread on her. There were people she needed to distribute it too and would enjoy it more than these entitled nobles.

The conversation she’d eavesdropped on and had with Calbert though had her on edge. She hadn’t expected to get tangled up in this venomous web. Persephone sighed and shook her head as she headed towards the alleyways. With her hood up, the only thing visible were pieces of her hair and her bright green eyes. Armed with her bow and quiver of arrows, along with knives, bottle of perfume, small handgun, and her bag, she felt confident she could take care of herself. Still, seeing Count Calbert coming after her and hosting himself into the tree, made her stomach churn. Why was he so insistent on Lorenzo and Charlotte staying home? Why was he obsessed with them? It didn’t make any sense. Didn’t he have a family to worry about? Weirdo. It wasn’t her business though, and she didn’t quite care to investigate it.

Persephone stopped short upon seeing a body in a nearby alleyway and frowned. There was an ax in her face and she was sprawled out in a puddle of blood. Who had been murdered now? Glancing around, she didn’t see anyone, but it didn’t mean they weren’t hiding. She crept closer and jumped back with horror. It was Violet Damien! She turned and ran with wide eyes and slipped a bit from the puddle of blood she’d stepped in. A piece of bread had slipped out and fell near the body. In her haste and fear, she didn't notice. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

She ran down an adjacent alleyway and furiously began to scuff her boots to get rid of the blood. Horrified, she turned and ran into the tavern. She ran to the back of the tavern and up the steps to the second floor. ”Seph, you’re back! Do you-“ Marceline, the bartender started to yell, but frowned as she raced upstairs. The sound of a door slamming followed. She shrugged it off and continued to attend to her patrons, not wanting anyone to know something was wrong.

Once upstairs, Persephone took the shoes off and grabbed a towel. She began to scrub at them furiously as tears streamed down her face. Her heart hammered unlike anything she’d felt before. She glanced around with terror and shoved the boots in a bag and threw it in the back of the closet. Then, she slid down the wall and buried her head in her hands and trembled with fear.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Marek’s After Party
Attire: Evening Outfit & Mask
Interactions: @princess Anastasia
Mentions: @ReusableSword Roman, @Helo Leo & Callum, @13org Mayet @Infinite Cosmos Munir, @Rodiak Nahir/Zarai, @samreaper Kazumin

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Ezra scrutinized Anastasia’s response. At first he could see her fear and worry, then a split second later, it was replaced by admiration and gratitude. He smirked victoriously as he listened to her speak. Her voice was prettier than a piano and she was easier to play than a violin. Her smile lit up his world like the sunrise. If he were the moon, he’d cry every day. His grin went from ear to ear and noticed her tears. At first it puzzled him, but when she spoke, he feigned concern and sadness. ”Yes, my name is Ezra and you’re most welcome. I would accept any form of gratitude.” His voice became teasing at the end as he nodded to the cupcakes and returned her hug. He held on for a brief moment then let go. ”I enjoy baking and would be happy to make you whatever you'd like.”

Though it was going perfectly, it would not last. No, the stupid cowlick blond had joined. Ezra held back a sigh as he listened to his false accent. He turned away so he could roll his eyes and pretended to cough so nobody noticed. Once he returned to his normal posture, he was disappointed to find the idiot still speaking. Why did someone so annoying and stupid walk this Earth? ”Quite all right with me,” He replied as he observed the man and his demeanor. He was not worried in the slightest about him; he’d be an easy bug to squash.

The poor princess was babbling again and was under the influence of her drink. He glanced down at it and snickered. Oh my Darling? What a perfect choice. This would be too good to be true. Apparently the moron and her were friends which he found he could use to his advantage. When she turned to him with the puppy dog eyes, he found butterflies fluttering in his stomach and turned away. ”Go right ahead,” he waved to the cupcakes and glanced at Anastasia. ”As long as she doesn’t mind.”

Then, as if the Gods were taunting him, Lord Leo joined. Ezra’s eyes twitched for a moment and then a generous smile warmed over his face. Ezra knew Leo wanted to get under his skin so he’d have to return the favor. The music was making it difficult for them to be overheard thankfully, but Leo’s voice carried over it anyways. Why did such a pest exist? Didn’t he have a drunk and useless sister to watch over? Where was she anyway? ”It is good music.” He agreed as he leaned up against the wall with a grin. ”Something like that.” He replied as he watched him carefully like a lion seizing up a hyena. Ezra remained calm and collected, knowing if he showed any negative reaction it’d only push Leo farther. The slight hit on his shoulder made him roll his eyes. ”Thanks man. I have more treats back at my shop if you’re interested.” He wasn’t concerned with the others eating his cupcakes, as it only furthered his goals. Ezra smiled as he watched him bop to the music and nodded to his drink.

”I’m glad you could join us Leo. It begs the question though, where is your dear sister? She seems like she’d enjoy the party.” He returned the favor and scrutinized his expression in return. ”Aren’t Annie and her good friends?” Ezra glanced at Anastasia and smiled at her sweetly, ”Don’t want to be the last to eat the cupcake, right?” He smiled sweetly at her, ”Could do you some good.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

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Time: Evening
Location: Marek’s After Party
Attire: Evening Outfit & Mask
Interactions: @princess Anastasia
Mentions: @ReusableSword Roman ★ @Helo Leo/Callum ★ @13org Mayet ★ @Infinite Cosmos Munir ★ @Rodiak Nahir/Zarai ★ @samreaper Kazumin ★ @mantou Wystan

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The ball had ended and Ezra had slid out unnoticed. The princes and princesses had been busy with their noble friends. He didn’t need to stay and introduce himself yet. He was a nobody among the sea of nobles. His cakes though hadn’t gone untouched which was the satisfaction he needed. The seeds were planted. He had grinned as he slipped out after watching. Anastasia, the queen and angel she was, had eaten enough of them. The silly, foolish girl was not the sharpest tool in the shed but he didn’t mind. In fact, he enjoyed it. The princes and watchdog had failed and didn’t know it yet. The giddiness was barely containable as he left the palace, grinning from ear to ear.

Now he sat in a carriage with a box on his lap. The invitation had been stolen by Victoire from an unwatchful noble. Ezra had changed into a new outfit [picture coming]. Besides him stood Torie, who had agreed to watch from a distance. If things went south, he had backup. Ezra slicked his hair back and glanced out the window. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he had arrived at Marek’s after-party. He nodded to the driver cloaked in black and hooded as to hide their identity. Then his door was opened and he stepped out, nodding to the people at the side. ”Keep an eye out. The watchdog might be close.” The girl nodded and disappeared along with Torie. Ezra grabbed the box and headed into the party and took the mask that was offered.

With a grin hidden by his mask, he scoped out the room. The Alidasht party, save for the oldest, was here; Roman, a blacksmith he wasn’t concerned with; Prince Leo- a groan nearly escaped him; Prince Callum, the world’s failure and disappointment; the stupid blonde that danced with his angel; and then finally, a noblewoman he didn’t recognize. He sized up the party and kept an eye on the Alidasht, who were the unknown and unfamiliar people. His facial muscles twitched briefly, but he let a smile cover his face as he approached the bar. With a sweet smile, he ordered The Noble’s Venom.

She emerged from a backroom with Marek not too far behind. He quickly approached Anastasia with the box cradled in his arms and the drink in the other. ”Good evening Princess.” He greeted in a low undertone. ”I baked these for you.” If she took the box and opened it, she’d see nine cupcakes, each adorned with pink and white frosting. In the middle of each cupcake was a letter, all of them lined up neatly to spell “Anastasia”. Ezra grinned and pressed the drink into her hand. ”Oh and a drink to wash it down. I thought you’d enjoy it.” Ezra smiled sweetly with a glint in his eyes.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Early Evening
Location: Castle > Stables
Attire: Her dress
Interactions: @13org Mayet ☼ @Infinite Cosmos Munir ☼ @Rodiak Nahir ☼ @princess Anastasia

After the dreadful ball ended, Layla had retired to her room with Zilal. She glanced around her quarters and let out a sigh. She rolled her eyes and turned to find Zilal curling up on the bed next to her. Smirking, Layla started stroking his head in deep thought. She had been given an invitation to an after party and wondered if it was worth her time. The room was bland. She had seen peasant rooms like that looked more exciting. On top of that, the person who had designed it had the fashion sense of an infant. She thought she was back in the nursery room.

Layla sighed and glared at the boring room when the voice of Princess Anastasia filled the corridor. She listened to the girl’s obnoxious voice and sighed. Did that girl know anything about the word ‘secret’? Was she another bubblehead bimbo? Rolling her eyes, Layla stood up and moved over to the closet without a word. Layla grabbed a small purse and hid some perfume and dagger inside and draped it over her shoulder. Next she combed her hair quickly and blew a kiss to her reflection, then went back to her bed. Layla patted Zilal’s head and whispered to him, ”I will be back, love.”

She patted his head once and then went over to her bedroom door. She cracked it open to see her dad peeking out and waited for him to disappear. After a few minutes, she slipped out silently and nodded to the others quietly. After a few minutes, she had led her siblings to a large stable nearby.

Groaning, Layla sauntered inside and gazed at the others with an eye roll. "We’re riding horses there?” She scoffed and chose a horse at random and began taking it up. ”Tacky,” she whispered to Mayet, Nahir, and Munir under her breath so the others wouldn't overhear.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: 9pm
Location: Castle Wall
Attire: Here
Hair: Here

“Kill yourself.”

Halfway up the staircase to go look at her loot, Persephone halted with shock. What the hell? She frowned and pressed herself against the wall as she crept up slowly. Was that... Was that Count Calbert? As she listened more, the man soon announced he had been joking? What kind of sick joke was that? Puzzled, torn, and now curious, Persephone listened to this disturbing conversation in shock. Questions raced through her mind. The more she listened, the more disturbed she became. Her heart began racing a mile a minute. If she left now, she wouldn’t have anything to use against him. She needed to leave… She shouldn’t be here, yet the idea of doing what she shouldn't was too appealing to ignore.

Soon enough her questions were answered. He was mad at her for leaving her house with Lorenzo and coming to the ball? What was the problem with Lorenzo leaving his house? Why was he obsessed with these two? Shouldn’t he be worried about his daughters? This man needed to sort out his priorities! Persephone flinched at his phrase, “he’s not your father,” and felt secondhand embarrassment. She grimaced and tiptoed down the steps backwards. The way he twisted Charlotte’s words and gaslighted her made her cheeks flush. How dare he say that? How sick was this man? It didn’t seem as if he had any limits. She shook her head, bit her lip, and forced herself to continue moving down the staircase.

Persephone was halfway down the steps and aware of the conversation when it came to a disturbing end. His gentle tone, mixed with the malice from earlier, sickened her. How dare he try to be kind and sweet now? Disgusting. These nobles were roaches. His power went to his head and she briefly wondered how he had a wife. Did his wife have the same sickening attitude? No wonder his one daughter never left her stupid home until now.

Persephone went to take out a piece of bread to munch on while she listened when she heard loud footsteps. Horror crashed over her like a wave and she abruptly ran down the steps, her bread stuffed safely in her mouth. No, not the bread! This was too delicious to lose. She raced over the steps, tripping slightly in this disgusting dress, and over to a tree. Persephone abruptly began climbing it and hid inside of it. She quietly munched on her bread as she waited to see if she had been spotted. She hadn’t been as quiet as she normally was, but at least she had her speed. Persephone held her breath and began to quietly tear at the ends of her dress to make it easier for her to run and climb in. Then she stuffed some of the bread back into her bag while awaiting the next set of events.

After a moment, the sound of moving branches filled the air. Then the sound of munching. ”You know,” Count Calbert said in between bites as he seated himself more comfortably on the thick, sturdy branch behind her, ”I wasn’t certain I could climb a tree like I used to, but it was almost muscle memory. Used to love this as a boy.”

The sudden noises nearly caused Persephone to fall out of the tree. She jumped and rolled sideways and quickly grabbed onto the next branch and hung onto it for dear life. She pulled herself up onto it and stared with bewilderment and astonishment. Then her gaze slowly moved to the bread he had stolen from her. Her gaze moved back to him and for a moment, felt fury rise inside of her. Never had she wanted a man dead so much in her life. Voices began to fill the air but she didn’t see any. For a moment she was silent, then a nasty smile crossed her face.

”I didn’t know you were smart enough to climb trees. I think you surpassed expectations. Shouldn’t you have a cane? A big one to stick up your old ass.” She knocked the bread out of his mouth and stood upon the branch. With precise agility and grace, she jumped onto a higher branch and stared down at him.

Calbert rose on the branch, his height managing to bring them eye to eye. ”You have a lot of gusto, young lady.” At first his tone sounded complementary and he even displayed his winning smile. ” Especially for one so impoverished she has to steal food.”His eyes narrowed but the smile remained as he mused,”I wonder what the punishment for stealing from a royal castle would be. Certainly death, yes?”

Perspehone watched him rise to her level and raised an eyebrow. His tone went from flattery to cruelty in one fell swoop. She narrowed her gaze at his comments and felt her heart skip a beat. A brief pause and then she started laughing to cover it up. Death for stealing food? He did have King Dumbass on his side. She scowled at him but didn’t let her gaze falter from him. ”Egotistical and unhinged,” She started to giggle, ”I haven’t done anything but exist and you’re threatening me like you’re threatening poor Lady Vikena. You’re on a roll to make enemies tonight aren’t you?” As her anger began to rise, so did the noise behind her. She glanced around as if being spoken to and kept an eye on him while also listening.

He smirked at her as she giggled, letting her ramble on. Calbert inspected her actions, noting every single one mentally like a hawk. If he thought anything of them, it wasn’t visible in his expression. Unhinged, indeed.

“Stealing from the King is a crime punishable by death by law. No threats here as long as we can come to an agreement.” Calbert said smoothly. “Nonetheless you have opened the door to the reason I am here. “He leaned in and grabbed her by the scruff as he sneered through gritted teeth, “I am not a fan of those who eavesdrop. Not that someone of your pathetic status would know the law nor any manners.”

His smirk at her giggle only made her regret her actions. She felt him studying her like a hawk, so she mirrored it. His comments irked her though and she began to scowl deeper and deeper. However, she didn’t look as scared as he might expect her to feel. She opened her mouth to respond when he grabbed her by the scruff. Wide-eyed, she inhaled and nearly lost her footing, and listened to him threaten her now. It was possible he could push like he threatened Lady Vikena, and nobody would know or care. Persephone glanced at the ground and noticed they were at least ten feet into the air and she wasn’t exactly a cat. There was a pause, and then she spat in his face so he’d release her as she quickly climbed down without a word.

Calbert angrily wiped his face and said down to her in a low voice: ”You’ll keep your mouth shut. I’ll find out if you say anything. If you do, I will not rest until you hang from a noose along with that wretched fool Kazumin.” He knew she was a meaningless nobody, but he liked to take extra precautions. Even rats needed to be trapped.

The anger in his face was enough for her to smirk at. Unfortunately, the smirk fell when he called out Kazumin’s name. She paused, mid branch, her eyes wide with surprise and terror, but ignored him as she climbed down. Not giving him a response was the best thing she could do and would hopefully piss him off even more. She jumped once she was close enough and moved to hide behind the castle walls in a bush and waited for him to pass by. He eventually climbed down the tree and disappeared from view. Persephone waited for him to leave to let out a shaky breath and wipe a tear from her eyes. How had she landed herself in this position? Anger and fear rushed through her and she gritted her teeth.

Kazumin is not wretched or a fool.

Persephone waited a few moments, which felt like an eternity to her. Making sure he was gone, she slowly began to head back to her horse, Buttercup, to go back home.