"I hate you, I despise you... but I love you"
"Dissimulate" to hide your real thoughts, feelings, or intentions.
Scaramouche also known as the Balladeer.
La Executioner, Y/n.
Both despise each others guts due to past experiences with one another...
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What a loathsome man.
Clenching your fist in anger as your glare hardens on the male's face who sat on the opposite side. The male pretended to be oblivious to the holes you burned in his skin with your eyes, not seeming to be bothered as he listens to the conversation of the other Harbingers.
You are currently in a meeting, gathering as the harbingers discussed about their plans and duties on how to please her majesty, the Tsaritsa. Your mind and heart is currently occupied with anger as you stare at the male, preventing yourself from killing a fellow harbinger. Tapping your fingers on the table impatiently, pretending to listen as the others converse with one another.
"There's currently been a situation going on, we're losing mora in an alarming rate. We believe that was caused by someone from the inside"
"A traitor?"
"Unfortunately, that could be a possibility"
You frowned at the thought of possibly one of your men being the traitor. How disappointing, they are an embarrassment to both this nation and the Tsaritsa's name. You wish to behead them as soon as possible. You fidget with the Cryo ring on your finger continuing to glare at Scaramouche, a shadow looming over your face.
You wish that the Balladeer was behind this conflict so you can punish him and kill him without getting yourself in trouble. Or maybe one of his agents, so you could drag him down through hell along his wretched men.
A sadistic glint sparks between your eyes at the thought but your face remained unchanging, bored and plain. Keeping your lips in a thin line, no emotion evident in your features.
"Do you think you could handle this problem La Executioner?". The sound of your title seems enough to snap you out of your daze. Keeping your composure you answered, "Of course" in a blunt yet serious manner, expression still emotionless.
Pleased by your answer, the number one harbinger stood up from his seat. "Very well, I expect that you'll end this problem quickly. I'm confident in your skills so don't disappoint me" he says in a firm tone. Your eyes shines in anger but kept it hidden. Disappoint? Ha, what a joke.
