𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩 II 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕩𝕩𝕚𝕚



 ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The castle looked majestic before them, with faint orchestral music coming from inside. Royals and riches swaying around gracefully, elegant suits and crowned heads. Vivienne swallowed a gulp, Lynn holding her by the arm.

"So, this is where we part ways"

"Mmhm"

"If we die we die"

"Oh yes we do".

Lynn slightly squeezed Vivi's arm, then slowly trotted away towards the backdoor.

Vivienne, taking a deep breath, marched towards the front yard.

She kept murmuring incoherent words.

"Sankt Kaz Sankt Inej Sankt Jesper Sankta Nina Sankt Matthias Sankt Wylan-"

There were two Fjerdan guards, tall and sturdy. Vivienne felt a drop of sweat prickle across her forehead, quickly wiping it away.

"Your Highness, you seem. . .like quite a new face don't you" The Fjerdan guard raised an eyebrow, the other staring at her intently.

Vivienne laughed nervously "Well, I'm quite sure I'm not" she then, reached out to a glass of champagne, layered across hundreds from the nearby table

"I'm quite familiar indeed." she pretended to take a sip "Wow, nice wine is it?"

"Its champagne" grumbled the guard with an irish accent.

"Of course, a slip of tongue" she smiled, looking around feeling antsy.

"Oh I'm that man's honorable date right there" she pointed at the nearest young man she could find, and when the guard went up to ask him, the brunette boy looked at her first amusedly but then winked. Vivienne felt her heart thudding as the guard came back to her.

"So" she she looked at the guards, as she gingerly placed her gloved hand on the boy's arm.

"Apologies, your highness, welcome to The Royale Ball".

Vivienne sighed, as she slowly stepped on the stairs, careful not to trod on her dress, before she could take another step, the boy beside her tapped on her shoulder, almost making her jump.

"I'm sorry Your Highness, May I get your name again?" He drawled out the highness, grinning, a hint of mischief in his green eyes.

"Uh Viv-Alexandra." Vivi fumbled with her words, biting her inner cheek. 

"Hm sure, if you say so. Well, i don't fancy lying so, I am Cain." The brunette named supposedly Cain said, grinning again. "Like your new hair color."

"Wha-"

"Ah dirtyhands must have been demented , sending out witless fools like you for the mission." He said lazily, as he smiled at her tightly. 

Vivi bit her lip trying to suppressing her anxiety, "I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about, your highness."

"Cain." He corrected her "Oh cut the act out now. We are done with. Can't convince me otherwise." 

Vivi's hands were sweating inside her fancy silk gloves. She withdrew her hands from cain, smiling at the nearby guests and walked away from him swiftly, well tried to. 

"Ah dear!" Cain caught her wrist as he faked a smile of adoration, "Don't go yet, I won't be able to breathe without you even for a mere second. stay with me."