TOGETHER WE WILL CONQUER THE WORLD (WMMAP)

Chapter Eighty-Three: Rest

Angelina was first to wake up, beside her sister she stood carefully so she wouldn't wake her up. Quietly walking out of the room, with a small sigh she turned but almost screamed if it weren't for the hand that closed her mouth.

"Now, now, is that any way to greet your future-husband?" Jeremy smirked.

Angelina glared at him.

"What are you doing here?" She whispered.

"Looking for you. Now that I found you tho... ."

"Huh- h-hey!" Angelina was scooped up, bridal style, in Jeremy's arms.

"Your attire isn't fitting for you to walk around here carelessly." Jeremy said.

Angelina was confused. She only wore her pajamas, a thin dress, besides there were mostly maids and women in the Emerald Palace anyways.

"Whatever." She mumbled and let her head rest on Jeremy's shoulder.

Without anyone seeing, Jeremy's expression became soft. He's only this way to her and only her.

His pretty little wife-to-be. Jeremy smiled at the title. Then frowned.

How dare that blonde prince get close to his wife?

He's a fourth prince who barely has any power except his title. What can he offer that Jeremy can't? His family is more famous than their small pathetic kingdom.

"Jeremy!"

He blinked and looked to see Angelina frowning at him.

"Yes, dear?" He smiled.

"You were zoning out."

"I don't 'zone' out."

"I called you four times."

"..."

"What were you thinking of?" Angelina asked.

"Nothing." Jeremy continued smiling.

His normal menacing smile that never bothered Angelina.

"Liar." Angelina huffed, wriggling out of hair grasp she opened the door of her room and paused.

"Would you like to come in?"

"Oh?" Jeremy smirked.

"Pervert, not like that. I need help in something."

"Sure."

With that the two had discussed about black aura surrounding a matter and how can one get rid of it.

As if on cue, Athanasia and Arthur woke up as well. The two had given each other a hug and talked out how to solve the issue.

"Angelina said she has an idea on how to get rid of the curse so we'll leave her do her own thing." Athanasia said.

"Right. I'll go and sense if someone is placing curses on Jeanette."

"Good idea. And I ... ."

"You'll have to be Queen until dad wakes up." Arthur said.

"Yeah ... ." Athanasia seemed unsure.

"You'll be fine. You have me, Angelina, Lucas, Felix, Lily and so many more people by your side. I won't let you fall." Arthur huffed.

Athanasia grinned.

"Aww, little bro loves meeeeee."

"Of course I do." Arthur whispered.

"I'll go and write rejections letters to the parties I was invited to. Angelina's too."

"Could you wrote mine too?" Arthur made puppy eyes.

Athanasia sighed.

"Alright."

With that she left to get ready. Arthur exhaled and leaned back to the couch, resting his eyes and letting his thoughts become a blizzard.

Whilst thinking and trying to know what to do for Claude. Who knew he was so exhausted to the point he slept AGAIN.

What he didn't expect was a certain white haired boy entered his room quietly.

Ijekiel needed to see if his friend was alright. Felix Robane had told him that Arthur had a mana break down so of course he would be worried but after knocking the door for the fourth time, he gently opened the door.

It saddened him that Arthur was so emotionally and mentally exhausted that he slept again. Gently, he brushed the bangs of Arthur's face and stared at him.

He looked so much Athanasia and Athanasia looked so much like him. Of course they would be. The tips of his ears reddened and his cheeks became pink. With a deep breathe, he carefully secured his arms around Arthur and scooped him up.

As gently as possible he had his arms under Arthur's back and knees. Arthurs head rested on his chest and with that Ijekiel was blushing. He walked to the bed and placed him there, tucking the young prince under the blankets he continued to stare at him.

Platinum shining blonde hair, fair pale skin, plump lips-

Ijekiel shook his head and quickly left.

I should really get myself in check if I don't want to anger anyone. Ijekiel thought to himself, fixing his collar.

-this boi needs to talk about his feeling 🥺
-Jeremy is such a good husband-to-be.
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