Warning: We're entering obsessive yandere arc, if you don't like yandere, this book isn't for you!
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"As you can see, my companion is ill. She can barely stand on her own without my help, I doubt she'd have the luxury to look out for some runaway noble." Dion replies, his voice taking on a more threatening tone, as if to say 'don't push it.'
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Stale silence hangs in the air like poisonous mist. I feel suffocated as if the mist had filled up my lungs with toxins instead of oxygen.
"That 'runaway noble' is the esteemed daughter of Duke Gastor. Mercenaries like you don't deserve to talk about her ladyship as such." The knight warns. It sounds like it comes from a place of spite rather than the genuine intention to defend my honor.
It's possibly because he knew he couldn't take on Dion with just him and his squire. Seconds of tensed silence passes before Dion finally steps away from me, signaling that danger has left us.
All of a sudden, my body feels cold without his heat close to me.
I clear my throat, hoping to push away the strange feeling in my stomach. The blush on my face must be hard to miss.
"I'd say we make good partners in crime, don't you agree?"
The faintest sound between a resigned sigh and a chuckle slips from his mouth. I resist the urge to reach out and pull down his mask just so I'd be able to see what kind of expression he's making.
With the way we've read each other's minds just now, I'd reckon he's not frowning like he usually would.
"Your escape plan could use a little work, my lady. Was that your first time?" He critiques monotonously yet there's a lightness to his tone that wasn't there the night at the ball.
At that, my jaw hits the ground. "I—Well, yes from Luzak and Marcos but when I was living with my uncle and aunt in their estate, nobody could find me unless I want them to—well, that was, until they found my favorite hiding spot, of course but I found a new hiding spot and it's like I was a ghost. Nobody knew where I was until I returned."
All the while, Dion is quietly fixing my cloak, tightening the knot in front of my collarbones. Strangely enough, I'm getting used to the sensation in my tummy with every brush of his gloved finger against my face.
Or at least I thought he was fixing my cloak.
"The first rule of escaping prying eyes is hiding in plain sight." He says and off comes the cloak, pooling around my ankles.
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"But won't I be recognized?" My gaze drifts left and right, suspicious of Dion's method as we walk down the busy Ivy Street where both nobles and commoners roam about.
The display windows are decorated with moderate designs of dresses rather than the over-the-top, meant-to-show-off-one's-luxury dresses in Kingspond Street.
"Your dress is too extravagant for a commoner but too out of date for nobles to be going around wearing. No one would expect the 'esteemed daughter of Duke Gastor' to be going around looking like a lady from a fallen noble house." Dion explains a bit too nonchalantly.
"I don't know if I should be offended by your expert appraisal, my lord." A disgruntled sigh leaves my lips as I narrow my eyes at him. "How do you know what's in-trend?"
"I have sisters." Is all he offers compared to the long winded analogy he gave just a moment ago.
"Lady Roxanna." The words pass through my lips before I can stop myself.
Mentally, the voice in my head starts chiding me for my loose tongue. It's no secret that the Agriche's practice a gruesome self-worth test that resulted in one too many lives lost within the Agriche family itself.
Though they appear at balls together, the rapport they show for each other never felt the same as those of mine and Luzak. Despite the fight Luzak and I are currently having, that did not mean he wouldn't forgive me for making him go through a goose chase nor would I hold it against him for locking me up in my room.
"She's one of our father's favorites, yes." Dion replies half a minute later, as though reluctant to talk about the esteemed lady.
"I see." Is all I allow myself to say, casting my gaze to the children playing cricket across the street from us.
"And Marcos is?" Dion's voice makes me crane my neck.
Even his side profile appears lethal. Sharp jawline that looks like it'd cut my delicate finger if I so much as brush my fingertip over it. Magnifying ruby eyes that naturally compels one to cast their gaze down in fear. And soft, gentle fringes that brush his just as fatal cheekbones.
"Marcos?" I echo, caught off guard. "He's the second-in-command of the Order and my brother's closest comrade. They're so alike, sometimes I despise Marcos... I suppose that's why we're not as close. Oh the dread of having two Luzak's to deal with."
For the briefest moment, I see a flicker in Dion's carmine eyes—something wicked and ungodly and yet hushed, something akin to taking a walk in the dead of the night within the forest with the blades of grass under my bare feet and deathly silence which could only mean that there are beasts nearby.
And though, presently, the sunrays brush my cheeks and I can see miles away, my eyes are affixed on the beast with a human form in front of me.
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to tame a beast
Fantasía♔ 𝓓𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝔁 𝓞𝓒'𝓼 ♔ Arabella is the daughter of the Gastor household. A lady of noble birth and grandeur through and through. All her life, sitting still and being pretty is the epitome of what she is. Yet it's become quite feat to continue l...
