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"Son of a bitch."
The ragged curse made them all frown as they heard Rosaliá curse in Danish before shouting orders at someone before footsteps resounded where ever she was while Insu turned to look at Agathka who sobbed as she looked at the phone.
"What? What is it?" The Danish advisor deep voice resounded in the otherwise quiet room as he asked in distress nearing the table where the phone rested.
"It was a folly. They had killed one of our soldiers and had made her wear Niev's clothes." Rosaliá muttered angrily.
"They are trying to taunt us." Lord Jung whispered harshly as he turned around to leave with Vante in tow.
"If they have made t-the soldier wear her clothes, where is Niev?" Agathka asked making Insu's heart clench at her distraught condition before she looked at her brother who was talking on the phone with Rosa.
"Hey...shh. She will be alright." Her voice although sounded shaky, Insu made sure that she could still be steady enough to help Agathka.
The latter just couldn't stop crying at all. The German Prince sat beside her with his one hand holding the Princess close to him while he spoke to his advisor of ways they could help the recent search party that left.
"Rosa is there. Hoseok Oppa and Vante have left for her too." She assured the French maiden who nodded at her while sobbing.
"She will be alright." Her whispered consolation did little to her own tyranny but she knew better than to doubt the capability of those who had gone to bring Nievella back.
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Steps heavy. Breaths falling fast as she stomped forward.
Rosa could swear she had never imagined to feel that rate of fear that she never ever wanted to feel again. Nievella might have been a stranger who had accompanied the French princess as her acquaintance but the distinction with which the situation resembled of how helpless the poor girl must feel to be dragged into something that she had no head and tail of, made Rosaliá angry.
Her hands reaching down the thigh garter on her trousers, she extracted her well crafted dagger, a weapon enough to slit the throats of spions who had dared raise their eyes to see harm to the people she had promised to protect.
Thump. Thump.
Heartbeat singing along to her boots clattering against the granite street stones, Rosa saw red first and sense later.
Reaching a dead end to what seemed like a habitation devoid of public interference, she glided along the wall listening on to the vivid noises or footsteps of people who would actually be present there. She had nothing to worry about the soldiers who had followed her around for she had lost them way back when she had ordered them to clear the corpse she had encountered before.
