𝕳𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖘 - (Ranboo)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟔

Hertha left the room with her cloak and the layered dusty mauve dress that Hesia gave Hertha when she first arrived. Dream even helped her with the corset - after calming her down. He patted her shoulders and told her comforting nothings usually, "I'm only doing this to get out of my debt with Ranboo. Look: she's gonna die, you'll be able to talk about whatever you need to with him. Can't have you breaking the window next, you'll have to explain that later, you know. Alright. You look great, I was always around the castle. I'm just invisible because I'm not actually supposed to be here. I should probably get going soon but you know, I'd love to see someone die. Especially to you, Ms.Maiden." He chuckled and overran the brief plan while she sighed and looked at herself in the mirror.

"I hate myself." She sighed and gripped the hem of her dress.

"Hate yourself after Brea." Dream assured and patted her back. "Go on, do what you have to." He sighed and swept himself off to the balcony. Hertha never imagined thinking that mask of his would bring her comfort, but when he wasn't trying to psychotically murder her or stalk her or just be an overall threat to her, he was quite the therapist. His voice could actually sound gentle and apologetic.

Hertha breathed in and left her room, seeing Hygelac give her a thumbs up. She could imagine their smile through their metal plated helmet. She smiled back while they rested a thumb below her eyelid, they were still slightly puffy from the tears she wished hadn't spilt when she was with Dream venting. Her eyes were red but she had nothing else to do to make it look better, so she only hoped it wouldn't be something Brea noticed. Not that the girl would be alive for long.

"She's in the throne room, the prince is outside with the villagers as he usually is at this time." Hygelac mentioned and led Hertha to the large doors where she could just slightly hear Brea humming to herself.

The grandiose door slowly turned as Alecto, on the other side, pulled for the process to speed up. Brea's humming stopped and Hertha spotted her sitting in Ranboo's throne innocently. The nerve of some people! She didn't look over, so Hertha called, "Brea! She's asked to meet you on the outer roof!" Hertha called and stepped away. On a whim of better judgement - she decided not to get the throne room dirty. As a three, they moved back up to where the instigation truly began rolling, the rooftop from just a few hours ago. It didn't feel like that, it felt like the world was slowing down for Hertha to savour her moment.

Hertha hummed and looked over the castle grounds, seeing the village bustle to the village centre where Ranboo was talking with his people. Hertha had never killed someone before, she had to admit she didn't really feel anything for killing Brea. There wasn't much worth the girl had other than for Hertha to doubt her relationship with Ranboo, which Dream promptly polished up for her. Even so, she still wanted to ask him about his thoughts on Venus.

"Oh wow, short, blonde... You remind me of Hertha! But you couldn't be... she wears short dresses, like a maid. She's young, innocent... nothing Ranboo likes. She's easy competition... then again, so are you. I shouldn't " Brea was quick, Hertha had to admit.

"It's Ms.Despoi, actually," Hertha turned around and stared at Brea, who stared back, "is she cute? Almost as cute as yourself?" She asked the woman who had a smile on her face, though Hertha could assure it wouldn't be for long.

"Oh! You're the fiancée!? Gosh I'm so slow! Wow you're nothing at all, Ms.Despoi. All respect but he could do better." She scoffed, unable to read the room. It was like the tale of Arachne, the woman who claimed to be a better weaver than the Goddess of fine art - then wove a tapestry of the deity's uncles having sexual affairs as a joke. A joke, to the virgin Goddess of wisdom, war and art. Arachne's oblivious conscience was so similar to Brea, they melted into the same mould at the end of the day.