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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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"I really don't want to do this, you better not be getting me in deeper trouble." Sylvia glared at Dream.
"I assure you that I'm not. You have a lot of questions you need answered."
Sylvia nodded, taking a breath and stepping up to the castle.
The doors open for the two of them, immediately being greeted by Sapnap.
"Dream, please, Isabella is driving me crazy-" Sapnap cuts himself off, noticing Sylvia staring at him blankly. "Why are you here? Are you trying to make things worse?"
"No." Sylvia huffs, regretting coming here.
"She need to clear things up with George, since technically he was the one who put us in this position in the first place."
Sapnap looked between Sylvia and Dream and sighed. "He's in the dining room. Isabella insists that they have dinner separately from us."
"I simply do not understand how he's tolerated her for this long. If I was in his position, I would've killed her by now." Sylvia muttered.
Sapnap snickers. "Believe me, the urge is strong."
He knocks on the door frame, getting the couple's attention. "George, you have someone who wants to talk to you."
"Can't they wait? We're kind of busy here." Isabella says, already irritated.
"How long will it be?" George asks, ignoring Isabella.
Sapnap looks between him and Sylvia. "Probably a little while."
"That's an understatement." Dream whispers.
"Sorry, darling, but it's probably important." George says as he stands up.
Isabella begins to complain, but everyone ignores her.
George brushes past Sapnap, seeing Sylvia and hesitating mid-step.
"W-what's the meaning of this?"
"We need to talk." Sylvia says lowly.
George looks at his brothers before reluctantly leading Sylvia to a better spot.
"Sylvia, this isn't a good time."
"I don't care, George, this is an important matter."
George rubs his forehead, stopping into a separate room. "Now, I have several questions for you, but go first."
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