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"Your Majesty, my sword will pierce through that beautiful face of yours if you're not careful."
After the mysterious death of their father, twins Ranboo and Sylvia, learn that their lives weren't as truthful as they thought.
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VOICES KEEP CALLING MY NAME
WHY DO THEY KNOW MY NAME
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A few weeks had passed since the ball. The twins had not heard anything from Dream since, which was a good thing.
Sylvia, however, received a letter from Prince Tubbo:
Dear Princess Sylvia,
My father has allowed me to visit you, but my brothers must come along. I hope that is okay. My father would like to speak with you sometime, but he is too busy right now. Anyways, I was hoping tomorrow, the 21st, would be okay with you.
Hope to see you soon!
Tubbo
Something about the mix of Tubbo's immature, but also somehow, mature grammar made Sylvia smile.
Dear Prince Tubbo,
I would be delighted to have you and your brothers over tomorrow. Please tell your father that I'll be in touch with him soon, and that I also say hello!
Sincerely,
Sylvia :)
Sylvia was excited in a way. She sealed the envelope, looking for someone to send it off for her.
Her heels clicked through the large, empty hallway, walking past her father's old office. She slows her pace, staring down the door.
Something, or someone, calls her through the door
Sylvia reaches her hand out to turn the door knob.
"Your Highness?" A voice suddenly asks.
Sylvia flinches, her hand quickly returning to her back, seeing one of her maids looking at her with concern, holding a basket of towels.
"Y-your Highness? Are you alright?" The maid asks again.
"Yes, I am fine. Could you please have this sent off to Prince Tubbo in Logsworth?" Sylvia places the letter on top of the towels.
"Yes ma'am, right away ma'am." The maid does a small curtsy, hurrying off.
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