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"This is outrageous." Rosaliá heard the man in her company gritting out as they walked stealthily out of the embassy palace in the dead of the night. The cold dew now settling around with the fog on call couldn't do the job of calming the simmering anger in her.
She was livid to a fault and the twenty five year old did not know how to calm her aggression. Vante had told her once that she had breathtaking anger management issues when she had once punched him square in the perfect nose that he flaunted around after winning against her in a duel. He had actually stopped talking to her for a week for that.
"Your Grace." The guards bowing at the sight of Lord Vante as he stepped into the forlorn zone, a bit far from the neighbourhood where people actually lived. The place was barren of any signs of life, the scratched walls, partially peeled off wallpapers, the dirty floor and the lack of artificial light source showed that nobody would know what was happening there.
"Vi har fundet manden," (We have found the man.) a Danish guard stepped up to the Lord, before looking behind him at the lady accompanying, "Hera."
Rosaliá stepped out of the shadows as she looked at the beaten up form of the assailant that she had the fortune of catching hold of the evening before when he sat two tables to where His Highness, Prince Jungkook and her had settled.
The man then had looked quite comfortable with his whiskey neat and content smile as he talked to a woman who was maybe his temporary company for the man was spying on them since they had landed in Paris. His presence had been overwhelming after the part where he had attracted attention at the cafe.
"Fancy seeing you here. I think we have met before." Rosaliá smiled as she sat down on her heels her hands hanging with her knees acting as levers as she tapped the unconscious man's face, a bit harshly making him stir in awakening.
"Recognise me?" She asked making the bound guy shake his head as he slowly looked around at the soldiers and the dark tall figure who stood behind the woman who was crouching in front of him. He must have recognised Vante for his eyes enlarged and he started to panic as his bound hands reached behind with him trying to skid away.
The fear on his face made Vante laugh heartily as he stepped back into the shadows, leaning on the weathering walls as he took the pleasure of beholding the honours that would go around now.
"Eyes here." Rosaliá snapped her gloved fingers in front of their hostage's face making him shudder as he tried to crawl back but she caught hold of his shirt collar, that was on the verge of tattering away.
"Where are you going?" She chuckled as her hand made a fist at his collar, tightening the shirt's hem around his neck, choking him.
"Weren't you following us for the last three days that we were here?" She asked making the man just cry as he asked for mercy, wincing in pain as her other hand rested on the splinter that was pressed on his thigh as she applied her entire weight over it.
