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Felicia wasn't one who usually 'helped' others. But she had read many, many, many books. She knows an enemies to lovers trope when she sees one.
Or at least she thinks she does.
Quite honestly, she was just bored, and this was probably the most entertaining thing to happen in centuries.
The soldier was the talk of the castle as of recent. Excited chatter and gossip spread through the normally boring halls like wildfire. (The mystery of him as a whole as he recovered from his injuries piqued HER interest as well obviously.)
However, once the painter was able to wobble around on his cane and explore the grounds within these very few weeks... That mystery had quickly dimmed.
His truce with the King of Vampires was not private, and the interactions between the two weren't either.
Her brother was CONSTANTLY trying to get some kind of information out of the cute painter. And CONSTANTLY did he fail. In fact- the reason the castle's mild interest in Encre was dying so fast was due to the constant bickering between the two.
Fallacy was always bothering Encre; and Encre was constantly trying to show his defiance for the other. Show that he would not break under any pressure. So it would most times end with them yelling at each other in French.
Everyone else - namely the staff - quickly grew tired of it, but the situation made Felicia all the more interested. Because what was more romantic - and no such a sweeter revenge for getting her into fighting classes - then setting up her widower brother with his. Especially with someone who was able to get a rise out of him so easily.
(He had come to for advice on the matter after all.)
Currently, she was sharing her delightful new obsession with her one and only nefew. Who was sipping a lovely cup of sheeps blood. The red liquid staining the inside of the fine China cup slowly
"I feel like if we could get them to just TALK-"
"All they ever DO is talk. And bicker. And fight. And haunt the walls with their wretched whining," Jasper scowled as he set his tea cup back on its plate. Crossing one leg over the other.
"Oh, like you're one to talk about whining, dear Nefew," Felicia teased. "As if you aren't in my room every other week to drink away your sorrows of how that poor Butler tosses your feelings away so very easily."
She knew how much Suave actually cared for Jasper. But that was not only not her secret to tell..but also much more entertaining to just let them figure it out.
Jasper face lights up in shame, scowling in a similar manner of his father. "I-I do NOT think he tosses my feelings! He just... doesn't fancy me the way I do him. And you're just as whiny!"
Felicia chuckled, knowing better. "Perhaps it runs in the family then."
Jasper crossed one leg over the other and lazily sat back in his chair. A gesture so much like the King that Felicia had to hold back a sad sigh.
Gone were the days that she read children's books to the young prince.
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The First Beast (Vampire Verse..All Ships)
FantasyThere are three races that rule this earth. The Humans. The Monsters. And the Vampires. All three fight each other constantly. So many wars. So much death. And so much more fear. Vampires were the most feared. Their race had consisted of both human...
