[ No One's POV ]
"Marquess Falhan, You Need To Stop Looking Into Viscount Lotteshu For The Time Being." Y/n Said.
"I- You're Like Her Majesty, You Both Know That's What I Was Doing." Marquess Falhan Said. "But, How Did You Know, Your Highness?"
"I Heard It From Sovieshu, At The Throne Room. He Was Quite Loud So I Heard Him." Y/n Shrugged.
"I See..." Marquess Falhan Sighed.
The Love Square
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.[ Kosair's POV ]
"Judgin' By That Smug Look On Your Face..." The Man Gripped My Tie. "...You Must Be Kosair Trovi."
Someone Must Have Sent Them To Take Me Down. But Too Bad For Them.
Heh.
*Wink*
"!?" I Grabbed The Man's Arm And Hold His Elbow. "What Do You Think You're Doing--" And Throwed (not a word) Him.
*Crash*
*Thud*
"SON OF A BITCH!"
*Surge*
I Pulled My Sword Out, And Hit The Other Men In The Chest.
*Whack*
*Thwack*
*Thump*
*Whack*
*Whack*
"Ow..."
I Then Approached The Man Who I Throwed Earlier. "S-shit!"
"Who Sent You?" I Asked The Man, And Pointed My Sword At His 🍆. "W-what... What Do You Mean--"
I Lifted My Sword. "Say Goodbye To Ever Having Kids" I Said. "AAAHHH! It Was A Skinny Middle-aged Man! I Don't Know His Name!"
So It Was Him.
I Knocked The Man Out.
*Dust Off*
"Where's The Viscount Now?" I Asked. "I'm Sure That He's Going To The Palace. Judging By The Path He Took, I Believe He's Going To Take The Side Entrance."
I Nodded. "Bring Me My Horse."
*Gallop*
*Gallop*
*Gallop*
*Gallop*
"♫♪"
*Reach*
"AAAHH!"
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.*Hoot*
*Hoot*
"Ugh..."
"So You're Finally Awake." I Said, Walking Up To The Viscount. "I Was Trying To Keep My Head Down. So Why Did You Make Me Red?" I Wiped The Blood On The Viscount's Face. *Flinch*
"You're Helping Her, Aren't You?" I Said. "The Emperor's Mistress." I Sighed. "I--"
"Don't Even Bother Telling Me A Half-baked Lie." I Said. "Tell Me About That Woman." I Continued. "W-what About Her...?"
I Then Smiled. "Anything That Might Be Of Interest To Me."
The Viscount Gulped. "Lady Rashta Is From A Commoner Family And... I Know She's A Runaway Slave."
"You Said So Yourself." I Said. "I- I Was Mistaken--" The Viscount Stuttered. "You Must Have A Lot Of Patience, Viscount." I Closed My Eyes. "But I Don't." I Said.
*EEK!"
"AAH! It's True! Rashta Is A Runaway Slave!" The Viscount Shouted. "You Need To Give Me Something New. That's Something You Already Announced To A Room Full Of People." I Said. "She Has A Child! A Baby That She Gave Birth To!" The Viscount Shouted. "Oh?"
"Really? Who's The Father?" I Asked. "T-that I Don't Know." The Viscount Stuttered. "You Don't? How Come?" I Asked. "T-the... My Estate May Be Small, But I Have A Number Of Slaves. I Don't Have the Time To Keep An Eye On All Of Them!"
"Hmm." I Stared At The Viscount Looking At Him Suspiciously. "J-judging By The Timing Of The Birth, I Think It Must Have Been A Traveler From Somewhere..." The Viscount Mumbled. "So Where's The Baby Now?" I Asked.
"Since I Don't Know Who The Father Is And The Mother Ran Off, Leaving Her Child Behind, What Else Could I Do But Raise The Child Myself?" The Viscount Said.
I Laughed. "Hehehe That's Terrific, Do You Have Anything Else To To Tell Me?"
"There's Nothing Else, I Swear!" The Viscount Said. "Think Long And Hard. I'm Sure There Must Be Something." I Smiled. "No, There's Really Nothing Else I Can Tell You!"
I Then Leaned At The Viscount. "Hmmm." I Rised Up. "Do You Have Any Proof That Rashta Is A Slave? Something That Could Definitely Convince Everyone." I Said, Looking Away. "What If I Told Everyone--"
"You Already Claimed She Was A Slave, Only To Deny It Later. That's Not Going To Work." I Said Holding My Sword. "I...! I Have A Document! It's The Bill Of Sale! Rashta's Description Is Written In Detail On That Paper!"
Finished : Saturday, October 2, 6:04 PM
Published : ???
To Be Continued_________
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The Love Square [HIATUS]
FanfictionA princess from the Eastern Empire was actually born from the Western Kingdom? A perfect heir for the throne, But was not chosen because she has a brother, Instead her father OSIS III the emperor of the eastern empire chose to arrange a marriage for...