The effort it took Ezra not to laugh was mind blowing. Fortunately, he managed to maintain a straight face. He nodded to his crew to continue working at the bakery, and his glance at Faith told her to keep an eye on everyone. Once they loaded into the carriage, he couldnāt help but thank his lucky stars and the book in his house. It was as if the negative effects were becoming positive. This was his ticket in, and would be his newā¦
The thought left his mind as the carriage stopped and the prince skipped out. Soon he returned with a trumpet? It perplexed him, but he figured it was more likely for mischievous reasons than chivalrous. Ezra shrugged; he couldnāt care as long if he didnāt get dragged down with him. Once they arrived at the tea party, Ezra gazed over everyone. The weapons checkpoint made him grimace when he looked at Wystan, but emptied his pockets and showed he was unarmed. The sly smirk would be lost to Callum, but definitely not Wystan. Then, his attention was caught by Callumās racket, and he stared at him with confusion, but remained silent.
Ezraās smirk was nearly lost in the fit of laughter he was unable to hold back. What the hell? He moved away, though he bowed when his name was mentioned, and gestured to the large amount of baked goods arriving from the carriage. Once the spectacle was over, he moved away and to a table to begin observing everyone eating his delights while waiting for his princess. The narrowed gaze by Wulfric wasnāt lost to him either; he returned it with as much venom as possible. Then Ezra smiled kindly at him and looked over at the entrance for his beloved.
Just who were the Deacons? Why was he interested in them? Sadie racked her brain, but there weren't any answers came to her. The fact they came from another city was a reasonable explanation. Still, Sadie wanted more information, but it wasnāt the kind that Alexander would willingly explore. As a result, sheād have to play her cards right. While the two men conversed, Sadie enjoyed her tea and cake, often finishing one item and moving onto the next. She eyed them both as they spoke and analyzed their expressions and tones. āThat is true. Iām glad you pointed it out.ā Sadie offered to Alexander, regarding how nobles may act, but didnāt elaborate further.
Once the conversation turned to his wife, Sadie glanced over at her. Knowing his wife was fine relieved her. She had felt guilty over nearly landing on her, and Liannaās subsequent outcry. His wifeās ailment was one Sadie wouldnāt wish on anyone, even her worst enemy. She frowned and studied the woman, which explained why sheād be so fearful. āMy goodness! I understand her response now. I do apologize for startling her so bad. Let me know if I can get her any cakes or tea please to help make up for it.ā His comment regarding the Alidasht dinner was stashed in the back of her mind. What happened there exactly? All Sadie knew were rumors and gossip.
Once the topic of the masquerade came up, her expression light up like lights on a Christmas tree. Sadie had brought over a costume and wanted to add a bit of her pizzazz to it. After the event, sheād go back to the Guest House and begin working on it. Her gaze shot to Drake as her eyes shined with joy.
āDid you plan to attend?ā she inquired to Drake, then returned her attention to Alexander as well. His compliments of of him filled her with joy to see it noticed by another.āHe did remain tactful. What a diplomat.ā She shot Drake a smile of appreciation and nervously fiddled with her cakes and teas she sought to distance herself from the commotion earlier. The confrontation was not one of Sadieās strong suits, and she didnāt want to continue the conversation anymore. āAre you going to the masquerade, Sir Deacon?ā She inquired.
While waiting, she gazed around at the other attendees. Violet Damien, wobbly with a peculiar appearance and large parasol was here, along with Prince Wulfric. That was odd. Sheād have to check on her later today when possible. Sadieās attention returned to her table as she gestured to the cakes and tea. āArenāt the cakes and tea great? This is a delightful event.ā
Olivia giggled at the idea of Lorenzo becoming bronze by the end of the day. While they conversed, she ate her sandwich hungrily, and began thinking of how to join. His retort to Lorenzo made her choke a bit on her sandwich, so she turned away and lost track of part of the conversation. When she had regained control of herself, he was now in Charlotteās airspace. In turn, she had moved away to create some breathing room. The uncomfortableness Charlotte displayed was clear to Olivia, who decided now was her time to create a diversion and allow Charlotte to breathe.
āDonāt mind if I do, your excellency. These sandwiches are delightful.ā Olivia replied, turning so she could grab another sandwich. His question regarding Veirmont caused her to pause briefly. Their family hadnāt visited there before due to being too poor. She allowed Charlotte to answer and nodded along in agreement. She didnāt confirm nor deny the information given, and she wasnāt offering anymore either.
Eager to switch the subject, she locked eyes with Farim and smiled at him. Olivia wished to distract him from Charlotte, and knew most people loved discussing themselves, so she decided to turn the conversation to him next. āSand dunes, huh? Whatās it like in Alidasht? Is everyone as handsome as you?ā Olivia didnāt move from her position, but turned her body to face Farim and Lorenzo as well, trying to create a middleman between them and Charlotte. āIād love to hear about Alidashtās landscape and culture. Do you mind sharing more about it? It would be much lovelier to hear it from you rather than the books we have in the Sorian Library.ā
Ezraās gaze on Callum was akin to a hawk hunting a mouse. His gaze didnāt waiver, and his expression remained polite. While the prince continued speaking, Ezra was careful to nod and smile bashfully, as if this was far too great of a request for a peasant like him. As Callum inquired about the different bakeries, Ezra was quick to answer, and point out all the different flavors he had created for them. āI greatly appreciate it.ā He paused and listened as the Prince continued speaking. When he was finished, Ezra dipped his head respectfully. āNo, I do not have a busy morning. That sounds like a delightful event. Iād appreciate the advertisement, too. We have to pay bills somehow, right?ā Ezra bowed again, and lingered behind the counter to hide the deranged smirk appearing on his face. Once he straightened up, he was back to normal.
The comment regarding Anna, his angel, the love of his life, and the most precious thing in the whole world to him, made him smile; except, he was careful to make it like a schoolboy crushing on a classmate. āWow! That would be great. Thanks Prince Callum!ā He gestured to the other workers who began packaging the cakes, cupcakes, and other bakeries to be taken. Ezra then glanced at Prince Callum -- perhaps he had underestimated how useful he could be to his plans. Maybe he wasn't entirely useless. It was a ticket to the Princess if he played his cards right which he intended to do. āDo you have a carriage or some other means of transportation planned?ā
Drakeās gentle approach and tone helped to immediately set Sadie at ease. She accepted the handkerchief and began to rub off any excess dirt on her dress. Glancing up, her tiara slid down and she quickly picked it up and began examining it for any filth. She wasnāt sure if she found any, but with her shaking hands, she continued to inspect it. Drakeās next comment caused her to chuckle slightly, albeit a little nervously. She didnāt glance back at the women and quickly readjusted her crown as a reminder for herself. Sadie could feel glances on the back of her head and had a feeling his words had reached their table.
Without pause, Drake remained elegant and gentle. Sadie took quite deep breaths and smiled genuinely as she listened to him. His voice was a melody she couldnāt listen to enough. She nodded in agreement when he told her heād make sure the rest of the event would be good for her. Thankfully, she hadnāt seemed to embarrass him. Gratitude filled her and she found herself staring at him with a silly smile on her face that she knew Genny was enjoying from her spot nearby. Before she could reply, he ushered over a waiter to give her tea. A delighted smile crept across her face as she glanced up at him.
āThat would be wonderful! Thank you!ā She accepted the tea and looked around with excitement when he mentioned the pastries. While half her mind begged her not to, Sadie couldnāt turn down the sugary delights. He beckoned over another waiter to provide Drake and her both samples of each pastry and sandwiches. āThank you so much! You two are the best. The BEST!ā The two men chuckled and moved away to serve others and give them privacy. She began to snack on the food and despite the war waging in her mind, she sought solace with Drake.
Sadieās attention was now diverted as he took her hand and rubbed it gently. She glanced down with surprise, a pastry halfway to her mouth before realizing how ridiculous she probably looked, and quickly set it down. Her cheeks flushed again. What did she do? Her mind raced with answers and she uncertainly glanced at them.
Then, a voice broke through their moment, and she glanced up to see the man whose female companion heād likely tripped over. āPrincess Sadie Camille.ā The man greeted with a customary bow, while taking a seat near them, but not in between them. āDrake Edwards, a pleasure seeing you again though we haven't been formally introduced. Alexander Deacon of Javaria.ā
What does he want? Sadie felt his eyes focus on her and quickly moved her hands to hold them together. She smiled respectfully once heād introduced himself, but didnāt interrupt and allowed him to continue speaking. Out of the corner of her eye, her entourage watched intently.
āI do apologize if I'm intruding, but I wanted to ensure you were alright. Not just from the fall but also how rude those women were to you. You would think they would recognize your standing, and not just because you're a princess, your majesty. ā
He looked upon her and her cheeks flushed once more. āIt is an honor to meet you, Sir Deacon. Iām glad our paths have crossed.ā She replied, her voice soft and kind. āI appreciate you checking in on me. I am doing fine, though so thank you. Are you and your female friend all right? As for those ladies, well, it happens sometimes.ā Sadie shrugged it off, unsure of how to reply to the end of his comment. She wasnāt sure if the quartet could hear or not, so she didnāt want to start fights. Sadie, despite being royal, wasnāt one to boast her status either so she decided not to elaborate further on it. It would be best to look forward to the rest of the day! āI do hope you enjoy your time here. Itās great to meet people from other cities!ā
It was then that Sadie noticed Mina and waved at her excitedly. Mina! Mina Bina! I haven't seen her in forever! And her uncle too! Not wanting to shout at them, she stuck to her wave and smile, then turned to face the others.
Time: Late Morning Location: Sorian Beach Interactions: @princess Charlotte ā @FunnyGuy Lorenzo ā @Lava Alckon Farim ā Mentions: John Aesthetic: ā Swimsuit ā Dress ā Hair & Accessories "You know," Charlotte whispered sincerely, "...It warms my heart to see you so relaxed and with a smile on your face... I want you to remember that it's going to be okay."
Olivia smiled at her and nodded gratefully, after accepting her sandwich. A warmth spread throughout her, and she quickly squeezed Charlotteās hand gently. Liv felt similar for her friend who had a tortuous day on the 21st. She began to munch her sandwich hungrily, only stopping to glance at the screams from the water and then turning back to face the others.
Soon, Oliviaās attention was soon stolen from the Vikenaās. A dark skinned male with light blue eyes and long wavy hair joined them. Liv had seen many handsome individuals, but this one took the cake. She admired his features and was for a moment, lost in a trance. This must have been one of the Alidasht. She remained silent as he spoke, and her cheeks reddened once he had addressed her. She folded her arms and waited politely for her turn to speak. Lorenzo and he exchanged pleasantries first, and she glanced over at him to ensure he didnāt mistake her relation. Whether it was Farim or the importance of the Duke addressing her, Olivia couldnāt decipher why her stomach was churning with butterflies.
She let out a quiet sigh of relief after Lorenzo spoke, so she glanced at Charlotte next. How would she handle this, Olivia wondered, after what happened at the dinner? She tried to scoot closer to Charlotte and accidentally crushed her hand. She bit her lip to restrain herself from swearing (unlady-like, Charlotte had told her) (how disappointing!) and took deep breaths to calm herself. Releasing her hand, Livy leaned back in her chair as if nothing had happened and bit her lip to keep from cursing. She eyed the man cautiously, and hoped for the Vikena's sake, the other Alidasht did not show up. She would defend them if so, but she saw no reason to become defensive yet.
āMy name is...ā she paused briefly. āOlivia. You can call me Livvy.ā She began focusing on eating her sandwich and tried to ignore the butterflies and nerves inside of her. "It's a pleasure to meet you," Though she was unsure of the customary Alidasht bow, she dipped her head respectfully, hoping this would suffice. Once she brought her head back up, she glanced at Charlotte out of the corner of her eye to ask silently, if she had been correct to do that.
Time: Morning Location: Southwest of Roshmi City Interactions:@Helo Bowyn ā @Lava Alckon Bardulf ā @FunnyGuy Mister Luum ā @Tae Brigette ā @Pink Khione Zeva Mentions: Equipment: Small backpack, two knives, bow and arrow, rations, water flask, hygiene products, polearm, outfit
Rue turned to stare coldly at Mister Luum with a downcast gaze. He wasnāt exactly wrong, but she wouldnāt tolerate a stranger endangering their human. If she had to kill to protect the group, especially Bowyn and Bardulf, then she would. Seeing death and bloodshed had caused her to grow numb. She paused twirling her polearm to settle it beside her, then flapped her wings to gain momentum. Higher and higher she flew until she seated herself onto Starfireās back. Instead of replying back like Bowyn had (which she admired), Rue kept her thoughts to herself and watched intently, her polearm now resting at her side.
As the conversation continued, She predicted what Mister Luum would say, so she wasnāt surprised heād invited the suspicious elf along with them. With a sigh, she watched the scenario play out, and glanced at Bowyn with irritation. As he addressed the elf girl, she chuckled lightly, despite the morbid subject. āYou may end up losing your parents and those dearest to you. Perhaps a limb. Your life?ā she added, hoping it might disway her, despite her seeing Bardulf.
Speaking of which, his voice broke her reverie, and she turned to face him. Sympathy for the young human captured her heart. She reached down to put her hand on his shoulder and rubbed it comfortingly. āIāll be ready when you are, Bardulf. Like a snowflake from the sky, Iāll catch you.ā Rue told him gently. His remark on moving away caused her to glance around suspiciously and ready her polearm in case of any danger. āWe need to get out of here now. Bardulf, please stay at our side.ā
Now Zeva spoke up, and Rue glanced in her direction menacingly. She listened to her and glanced down at Mister Luum and Bowyn. Rue pinched the bridge of her nose. It was unlikely she would become their foe, but it would be wise to keep an eye on her, but both options irritated her. When she stumbled, Rueās expression softened, noticing the signs of dizziness. However, Bowyn beat her to it, and she sighed in relief. Rue remained quiet and out of the conversation, and glanced around to see if anyone else had seen Bardulfās magic.
Sadie had spent the rest of the night after the dinner party in her room. After spending the whole day with a smile on her face, she had time to unwind and be herself. Her room, though lacking its usual decor, was still comfortable for her. There, she reread her love letter over and over with a grin on her face and butterflies in her stomach. The blush on her face seemed etched into her skin. She sighed as she set it on her night stand and swiftly changed into a nightgown and pulled her hair into a braid to sleep.
Although Sadie laid retired to bed early, she was unable to shake the nagging feeling of trepidation. Her mind raced through the events of the day; Riona, Leo, Verrick, Lyra, the Alidasht and Roman, her kingdom, and anonymous suitor. Almost the entire time she had spent eating. It had been as natural as ever. She buried her face in the pillow and soon found her pillowcase was wet.
All those sweets, all the food, was still inside of her. She tossed and turned as she struggled to ignore it. What ifā¦ What if she had eaten too much? She thought she hadnāt. It was mostly healthy. What if she gained too much weight? What if she didnāt find anyone because of her size? Sadie gritted her teeth and pulled the covers over her face, hoping her guards wouldnāt hear her tossing and turning.
"God, do you ever stop eating!" "Wow, you eat more than my men after training. What's wrong with you?" "You're a pig. I can't stand you. How could you eat that?" āI donāt think you need anymore though, Princess.ā
The hours ticked by, but Sadie was wired. Finally, after laying there for what seemed like hours, she angrily climbed out of bed and entered her bathroom. She knelt by the toilet bowl and used her foot to shut the door. As she stared down into the bowl, she promised herself this would be the last timeā¦ and quickly stuck her finger down her throat and upheaved. Once she was done, she climbed to her feet and then washed her face and hands. With a deep breath, she stumbled back to bed and collapsed onto her bed, continuing to stain her case with her tears.
Sadie had woken the next day ignoring her nightly activities and focusing on the new day. She ate a quick breakfast which consisted of low carb pancakes, orange juice, muffins, fruit, and a side of hash browns. Her guards looked puzzled as she ate with a vengeance, but they were used to it by now. With seemingly endless energy, she left the dining room and went to change into new attire to go to the beach and collect seashells. There, she met the most handsome and intelligent looking young man named Drake Edwards, another nobleman. Sadie enjoyed his company more than sheād let anyone know, and had shyly tried to form an interaction with him. His hazel eyes rivaled the seaās beauty, which Sadie listed as one of the most beautiful things sheād seen in the world thus far. The pearl theyād found from the oyster would soon lay in her room, ready to be made into a necklace for them. She had been cautious yet excited about the interaction, and he remained on her mind long after heād left. They would meet the next day at the Tea Party at the castle and Sadie couldnāt help but look forward to it.
The afternoon brought her to meet up with Riona. Sadieās usual energy had doubled after the beach and seeing her friend. She had confided in Riona regarding Drake while the two of them went shopping and then out to lunch. It was then that Riona had told Sadie about the ball mishap with Lord Leo, which Sadie had been infuriated and upset about. It explained their awkward interaction at the Danrose castle. She didnāt bother voicing her concerns however to the housekeeper, because their fast was nearly over. It infuriated her and knew she would never allow such a horrible act to happen in her kingdom. Regarding this, Sadie went to the housekeeper to complain, and let her know the punishment was injustice and demanded they'd be allowed to eat, and never have it happen again. After finishing her food, Sadie and Riona had gone to have their nails painted. She had paid for everything, pampered Riona, and also given her a seashell. It had been one of her favorite ones, so she was excited to give it to Riona.
Afterwards, Sadie retreated to her room. Soon she was met with her brother. They had spent time together discussing the past events. She had confided in him about the archery competition with the rude commoner, meeting the part of the Alidasht siblings, and then confided in him about her meeting with Drake at the beach. She enjoyed chatting with him and discovering how the past few nights occurred. Without the others, Sadie felt more relaxed opening up about different things. Once heād told her about his mishaps with Thea, Sadie had frowned. The poor dear was quite unwell, and after discovering sheād ghosted him, her temper had been close to flaring. With a sigh, Sadie ignored those emotions, and focused on hanging out with her brother and enjoying his company.
Afterwards, Sadie bid him goodnight and began working on creating jewelry and working on a new tiara for herself. Again, she stayed up late...
On Sola 23rd, Sadie was now preparing for the Tea Party. She finished getting ready and stood in front of the mirror. She adjusted her seashell crown and took a deep breath. āHow do I look?ā Sadie inquired as she turned to glance at her lady-in-waiting and bodyguard, Genevieve.
āWonderful, mālady. The seashells you collected yesterday go nicely with the ensemble.ā Genny replied promptly, a smile curling her lips. Sadie dipped her head in respect and then hugged her.
āThank you Genny!ā Sadie chirped, then spun in the mirror to watch her dress twirl and giggled. She stopped and readjusted her tiara and bit her lip. āIs this--are you sure that my outfit is appropriate for meeting-ā
Mālady,ā Genny interrupted as she came over and fixed her dress and smoothed out her hair, āYou look dashing. Have I ever lied to you?ā Sadie bit her lip and shook her head as she stared at the floor. Genny titlted her chin up to force Sadie to look in the mirror at their reflections. āYou look radiant. Now letās go before you make yourself late.ā
Soon after, the duo arrived in Sadieās carriage to the Tea Party. Genny helped Sadie out of the carriage and nodded to the guards to follow behind her. With a deep breath and her heart fluttering, Sadie moved to greet Wystan at the entry. She paused, watching as he patted participants down and tilted her head to one side. Given the circumstances lately, it did not surprise her.
After the watchdog was finished, he took one glance at Sadie and then gave her a deep bow. āYour Royal Highness. Please, you may proceed.ā
Sadie beamed at Wystan and could barely contain her excitement. āWystan!ā Sadie exclaimed. She pulled him into a hug unexpectedly and swiftly let go of him after. āSo good to see you! Thank you!ā The bodyguard collected himself fairly quickly, and thanked his foresight that day to ensure that his weapons were double-wrapped around his torso.
āLikewise, Your Highness. Please enjoy the gathering.ā
āThank you! I will. This is a great day for an event like this; I hope you can relax after your duty to join us!ā She bounced passed him with a smile on her face. She glanced back to ensure that Genny, and her guards, Eric, Holland, and Mikhail were behind her, and then continued forward.
Once inside, Sadie glanced around at the guests. She searched until she found Drake Edwards. Her smile graced her face from ear-to-ear, and the air seemed to become warmer and the sun shone brighter than it had moments earlier. Standing a distance away were Genny, and three of her guards. In the back of her mind, she could hear Genny urging her forward (āGo on, Sade, go on!ā)
Sadie took a deep breath and swiftly approached him, but not without fault; she accidentally tripped on the hem of a ladyās dress near her and crashed to the ground. The table was near a man and woman in a wheelchair whom she didnāt recognize. Sadie gasped in surprise, then humiliation and pain washed over her. She quickly began clambering back to her feet as pain radiated throughout her body. Soft hands helped her up, and she knew it was Genny. A quiet fell over the party as everyone turned to glance at her. A blush crept up her face and tears were at the back of her mind, but she didnāt let them fall.
āIām so sorry!ā Sadie blurted out, looking at the man and the woman in the wheelchair she had nearly toppled over. She turned to face the woman and the dress sheād tripped on. āI apologize as well. Are you all right?ā
The woman and her friends sneered at her, and the lady rolled her eyes. āWeāre fine, but I doubt your pride is.ā She replied bitterly, and the ladies laughed boisterously.
Sadie bit her lip and frowned in response, but then let a smile grace her face once more. āIā¦ I am okayā¦.. Thank you. I am glad youāre well.ā Sadie then marched forward and averted her gaze as she sat beside Drake, trembling slightly, and noticed from her peripheral vision, Genny glared at the woman with so much heat and force that it would have killed her if possible. Her guards even walked past them purposely and moved to stand a distance away from Sadie, but remained protectively nearby. ā...Do you want me to still sit with you?ā
Soon after, a familiar voice can be heard addressing the unsavory group of women. āLadies, my sincere apologies. However in consideration of all our guests I will have to remind you that this is a formal gathering and proper decorum is encouraged. Please mind your volume, thank you.ā
One week ago, Violetta had been in the dark fairy facility, dreaming of being let out to terrorize Avalia. Though hunting down fairies for the experiments was fun, she was invigorated to hunt down an escaped dark fairy. Didnāt this dumbass know how lucky they were? Fortunate? Loved? She couldnāt understand the desire to run away. The hunt would be as exciting as would be the capture and torture. Violetta sat on a tree branch outside Riverbloom, swinging her legs and fantasizing about the possibilities. Ripped wings? Loss of fingernails and toenails? Perhaps sheād scratch out their eyeballs so the toy would lose their ability to escape again.
She hummed to herself peacefully. Then, her attention was caught as she spotted a spider crawling down the tree passed her. A smile spread across her face as she stretched out her hand. The spider paused, turning to face her, and then hesitantly extended its front legs forward. āThere, there,ā Violetta cooed to the spider as she began to pet its head gently. āYou donāt have anything to worry about. I wonāt hurt you.ā
āYour energy is dark. Why is that?ā The spider inquired as it studied her, but didnāt flinch away from the soft pets. All eight of its legs were now on the palm of Violettaās hand. The power of holding such an innocent creature only excited her. One wrong move and the spider would be toast.
āDon't worry your pretty little head.ā Her tone was soft, but carried a malice behind them as she readjusted her position to rest her back against the tree trunk. The spider mustāve noticed, because it did not continue. āNow, my lovely eight-legged beauty, have you seen anything strange nearby?ā
āLike what?ā
Violetta stifled a sigh and dramatically rolled her eyes. āAny fairies who lookā¦ unusual?ā
āNo. I have not. I do see many fairies here, itās Riverbloom.ā
This time, Violetta couldnāt suppress a sigh and stared down with agitation at the spider. When she went to snap back, her transmission bracelet rang, causing her to jump and nearly dispel her new friend. The spider clutched onto Violettaās fingers and wrapped itself around her. A quick glance was given to the spider to reward it for not leaving as she answered her call. Her heart race accelerated. Which one of the three would be calling her? She was giddy with anticipation. As she answered, she smiled and fixed her position to look more professional. The spider turned to watch curiously.
āGreetings, I want all missions you are actively following to be held. I have direct orders to send you both to different locations as scouts to either infiltrate or execute groups who have allegedly summoned humans. Violetta you will head to Riverbloom and Helio you will make your way to Roshmi. I will send others once I receive a successful word from either of you and if any of you see the female red or white hair dark fairies like yourself within these groups make sure they are also captured or killed. Do not fail me.ā
Violetta listened intently, her eyes glued to the hologram. Her eyes widened as he spoke. Humans? HUMANS? Violetta gasped, but then remembered she had to answer, so she saluted Zalthraxis and exclaimed passionately, āYes, father!ā
The spider shifted uncomfortably on her palm and stared at her. āWhat was that about?ā
āDonāt worry my friend!ā she exclaimed giddily, and began to glance around with a malicious grin on her face, as if a human might pop out of the bushes now. āWe have some humans to hunt down! How cool is that? An actual human! I wonder what they look like? Sound like? I wonder if they like pain!ā Her excitement was palpable, and Violetta could barely contain it as she giggled joyously, as if it were Christmas. āMy friend, my precious eight-legged beauty, the love of my life, have you seen anything strange nearby?ā
The spider shifted once more and began to make a beeline for the tree to escape this deranged fairy. āHey! I am talking to you! I didnāt dismiss you.ā Letta grabbed the spider and held it by its back legs furiously as her expression morphed into downright fury. āDid I SAY you could leave? Did I tell you it was alright? Were you listening to me? Iām not done with you!ā She raised her other hand and began to engulf their area into darkness. āYou canāt escape if you canāt find your bearings. Now you tell me what you know about this kingdom and whatās happened and if you saw anything strange or I will suffocate you, never to see your worthless spider friends again.ā
The spider screeched as it tried fruitlessly to escape. Letta watched with amusement as it struggled and cupped her hands around it to further shroud the creature in darkness. It sank its fangs into her but she ignored the pain. Instead of shrinking away from it, Letta relished it and grinned with malice. The spider stared at her with horror when it found she was not affected by it at all. Letta began to crush her palm around it as it shrieked and screeched to escape to no avail.
āFine! Fine! Iāll tell you what I know! Stop!ā The spider screeched finally, pleading for mercy.
Letta grinned as she relinquished her grip on it. āThatās a good little spider,ā she purred, her darkness ebbing away while her expression melted like cookies in milk.
āThereās a groupā¦ Theyāre outside Riverbloom. Thereās two light elves and a strange looking lady with them. They have beenā¦ practicing something. I donāt know anything else! I was trying to find a place to spin my web and started to watch them! They werenāt far from here!ā
Violetta smiled maliciously and petted the spiderās head once more. It shrank away, but froze otherwise so as not to get yelled at. She continued petting the spider as it quivered in her palm. Then, with a giggle, she declared, āYou are the BEST!ā she giggled and continued, āI will reward you with your freedom!ā She raised her palm to a tree branch. The spider quickly began hightailing it out of there.
Letta watched with a grin as it finally moved onto the branch and then slowly took out a dagger. Watching it intently, she waited until it began to crawl away to strike. A quick stab to the back of the spiderās back caused it to shriek in pain and shock. āItās timeā¦ To sayā¦ goodnight.ā
Violetta cackled with joy and stood up on the branch. It had been a lullaby her parents had sung to her as an infant. She swiped the spider away from the branch and watched as it fell. āIāll miss you!ā
Rejuvenated, Violetta sprang off the branch in search of these of newfound toys.
Time: Morning Location: Ezra ās Bakery Attire: Interactions:@Helo Callum Mentions:@princess Anastasia, @silverpaw Wulfric, @mantou Wystan. @Inertia Auguste After giving the Danroseās their gifts, Ezra had appeared to leave the castle. A quick pitstop made possible by Victorie had given him the leverage he needed. The objects heād found were so small and minor that nobody would really notice. Ezra was unable to believe how perfectly his night had gone. The trip to the castle was successful; the seeds were planted and soon the fruit of his labor would come to fruition. Afterwards, Ezra had gone home. Heād drank and ate food heād stolen on the way home, pulverized townsfolk who had asked him for help, and tended to his paintings. The victims hadnāt been able to receive a clear look of his face; for some reason, it was disguised in fog. All in all, it had been a great evening, and Ezra had allowed himself to unwind after it. His sleep was punctured throughout the night of his beautiful princess.
The next day hadnāt been a waste either. Ezra had closed his bakery to the public. This time heād specifically begun baking and cooking once more. Heād practiced some of his fine art as well, on aā¦ willing subject. That was an understatement, but he hadnāt cared. In Between baking and torturing, he had reports given to him on the whereabouts and frequency of the Danroses and their disgusting homeless watchdog. The information served him well, and heād make use of their travel routes and habits. Of course, he already knew the princessā, his soon-to-be-wife, but he had to track further and investigate.
The next day came quickly; Ezra had been bored waiting for it. He was in the middle of his baking once more, crafting new delicacies for the king. The bumbling food loved his bakery, but who could blame him? His shop was rising to newfound fame. He crafted all his bakery with extra care, but some of them were different from the others. Ezra was in the back when he heard a familiar voice call to him. It was then that Ezra thought heād lost his mind. As he exited from the backroom, he found none other than the worthless son, Prince Callum, standing before him. It took Ezra a moment to collect himself and then grin, trying to hide the mischief in it as well. Behind him, some of the workers glanced over with interest, but stayed out of the way and earshot or eyesight of the prince, working hastily to fulfill their needs.
āGood morning Prince Callum. It is an honor to see you here. You can have as many cakes as you want on the house! What flavors would interest you? I can prepare a carriage for you as well if you would like.ā
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