𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

two.

ღ - two;; 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝.

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          𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄 as a masculine voice reached your ears. A shadow was cast as it covered half your face. The mob around you backed away in fear of making you explode in rage, leaving your side and scurrying away from the dark aura looming around you, going back to their own business. Taking a few glances in your direction, they eyed you for your next moves, curious looks on their faces. The (h/c)ette sneered at the man in front of him. Said man chuckled, stepping closer to your dangerous form as you gripped your blade harder.

"Now, now. Let's not get too worked up (name)! This is a ball after all~"

Your eyes narrowed and you gritted your teeth in hatred. This damn bastard, what the fuck was he doing here?! You wanted to strangle him with all your strength right now, but you hesitantly refrained from doing such an act.

"Francis.", you spat out with venom seething through your teeth, "what could you possibly want?"

The knight let out a humorless laugh before smirking smugly, how bad you wanted to ruin that pretty face with your fists. "Oh sir (name), it's been some time since we've seen ourselves face to face outside the battlefield hm? So I thought, why not visit an old friend?"

Francis Godwin, the White Knight. Many kingdoms spoke of him as the equivalent of you, just more charming and prideful. While you were the best in your kingdom, he was the best in his. The White Knight and the Dark Knight, two talented counterparts from two separate kingdoms. You didn't understand how people liked him so much. He was snobby, cocky, arrogant, and a prick. A pompous bastard. That shit-eating grin infuriated you so much when you were forced to retreat your army from battles.

Luckily, you got him back in a few other battles with a victory smirk shining down on the blond's loss. It was obvious that man had a superiority complex over you and everyone below him.

But now that both nations had an alliance, the Dark Knight and the White Knight had to withhold their urges to murder each other mutually. He was taunting you, waiting for the time to strike.

"As I said dear (name), this is a ball. We have the liberty to roam around freely, do we not? Besides, it's been some time since we talked directly without our swords unsheathed. Let's go somewhere more private shall we?~" He talked to you as if you were his bride, how disgusting. There was no way in the fiery pits of Hell you would join him personally.

"Choke on a dick." Francis smiled.

"Will d-" The sound of trumpets interrupted the knight as the chattering stopped and the large crowd inside the ballroom turned to the entrance. A pair of royal guards opened the doors, and everyone gasped.

"We present to you the Kingdom of Daenyth's Royal family! King Cornelius Davonius; the queen, Eudora Davonius; Prince and heir to the throne, Louis Davonius; and the shimmering Princess, Lydia Davonius!"

Cheers erupted inside the castle as the royal family waved at them, walking over to the front. You perked up and sighed in relief, you had been saved at the last second. Ushering to leave Francis' side, you walked to where the thrones resided, at the very end.