Hannah's face flushed red.
It wasn't even a good insult! It wasn't even an insult! It was more childish than Hannah ever thought he would ever stoop. And yet she couldn't bring herself to refute.
What was wrong with her?
Of course, a man like the prince did that sometimes to people.
To be fair, it wasn't entirely her fault. Lady Hannah looked at Clay.
"I did accept your invitation to come here to have you make a mockery of me and my kingdom."
"Make mockery? No, I'm only stating facts. You should do it more often, instead of only telling hopeful lies all the time."
Hannah jumped back in her seat a little bit, as if some unknown force shocked her where she sat. She gripped the edges of the table, hard.
Puffy's eyes glanced toward her lady's chair, where branches started to sprout from the edges of the wooden throne, and fragrant roses took to bloom.
"Milady, Calm yourself-"
This cautious warning of worriement from Puffy was lost to Hannah's ears. "Hopeful lies???" The rosling seethed with contempt. "Are you frank, you- you- Coward!" She could barely speak words, her anger boiling over. "You've made a fucking blood contract and you say-"
A frightening flash of green shook the room.
The lights dimmed. Prince Clay's eyes were dangerously wide.
Both Puffy and George almost screamed at Hannah's words.
Halo of the Badlands coughed, daring to interfere, to speak in this argument between monarchs.
"I'm sorry, did she just say Blood Contract??" A deadly silence fell.
"And what if she did?" whispered Clay, voice low and cold like poison.
No one spoke. No one dared this time.
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Fantasia・‥...━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━...‥・ It was just Tommy and Wilbur. Together and ready to take on the world. But if a slip up happens, if a tiny mistake causes a series of events that may change the kingdoms, where will Tommy and Wilbur find themselves? As war...
