Corruption (SalemxMaleReader)

The Herald

A/N: Eyy, bois, and gurls. Ready for the chapter this time?

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Lionheart was a coward. 

One would think for his heritage as a lion faunus with a name for it, he'd be much calmer and braver like the real thing. The irony was laughable. 

Here he was in his office, fidgeting and pacing about, worried about what her majesty had told him.

He had been forewarned that a valued asset would be coming to Haven to discuss their plans moving forward. He wasn't worried about what to discuss but more about who this asset was.

Her majesty's Herald, her will, and voice personified. 

He had no news on who this new addition to the inner circle was. But for them to be held in high regards by her majesty spoke volumes of how vital their role was in the future to come.

He had moved the classes for the students and staff, much to their joy so it was only him alone left inside the academy. 

Oum knows what'd happen if unknown witnesses were to see her majesty's herald and start spreading rumors.

Should he bring along his wrist bow? Would the Herald see it as a sign of threat?

No, he knew better than that. He was no match for her majesty's inner circle, much less her Herald.

He could only pray the Herald was not as insufferable as the girl Cinder and her cohorts and not as terrifying.

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The stories his mother told him about this place sounded unbelievable. Houses built on cliffs, lush forests that went for miles, their beautiful culture filled with colors and dances, as a kid, it sounded like a place from a fairy tale.

And it was. 

He couldn't restrain the glee on his face as he admired the gentle unity of Mistralian architecture and nature. He loved being with nature, it was just so peaceful and serene. 

He breathed in, taking in nature's beautiful perfume and enjoying its cool breeze.

And he also knew beauty had its ugly side. Lower Mistral is an example. He had the displeasure of meeting slave traders who tried to kidnap him for his exotic look.

Of course, Io took care of them and left no traces behind. Clean work, nothing to pin on him, and he never existed.

But talking to Lil Miss Malachite, now that was an experience he never wishes to repeat. But that was a story for another time.