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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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PEOPLE GIVE ME A HEADACHE
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Sitting while surrounded by so many people made Sylvia uncomfortable. She was in a row by herself, but she couldn't help but be stared at by so many strangers. The fact that Ranboo, or any of her close friends, were invited, was troublesome.
It didn't help that she was wearing a red, velvet, long sleeve dress. The heat was beginning to make her sweat, so she began to fan herself off.
"Hello, m'lady." Dream says, Sylvia seeing him in the corner of her eye.
She looks at Dream with an annoyed look. "Hello." She says as monotone as possible, turning her head back to the front.
He snickers, sitting next to her. They sit in silence, waiting for the coronation to start.
"Oh hey, Sylvia!" A familiar voice whispers loudly.
Both Dream and Sylvia turn to see Sapnap, him also taking a seat next to Sylvia.
"Nooo." She whimpers quietly, fanning herself faster.
"So, do you know the soon-to-be Queen?" Sapnap asks, Sylvia deciding to play along.
She looks up at the woman in the front with shoulder length blonde hair in curls.
"No, she doesn't look familiar."
"Well, she's very annoying." Sapnap sighs.
Sylvia starts laughing, trying to hold it back while covering her smile with her fan. "How?"
"She thinks she's better than everyone, just because of who she married."
Sylvia starts tearing up from laughter. "Poor George."
Sapnap can't help but laugh a little at their conversation, both having to calm down as the coronation begins.
Sylvia tuned out a majority of it, mainly staring at the woman looking overly excited to have the crown placed on her head. She scoffs quietly at the sight.
George and his wife say their oaths, officially becoming the King and Queen, the party swiftly following.
Sylvia was not in the mood to socialize with strangers, standing in the corner of the room while the rest of the guests talked amongst each other.
