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Leo's Pov:

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Leo's Pov:

An hour had passed and during that hour I was stuck in my office doing paperwork. 

Albert had come and delivered my 'special coffee' not that long ago as he was preoccupied with Venus trying to break something. At least that's what I heard. 

Albert likes to sugar coat things a lot and so when he told me that 'Miss Venus was feeling rather spontaneous and very accidental.' 

I deemed that she was causing havoc and possibly trying to break the entire house. I honestly didn't have it in me to go and argue with her so I happily accepted the drink he had made me. 

I almost smiled as I looked down at the drink in my hand. It was Albert and I's greatest secret. Ever since I was 9 he'd make this drink for me. None but me and him knew of it. 

I still remember the day he had found me curled up in the kitchen crying my eyes out. Before I was diagnosed with Insomnia I had extremely bad sleep walking. Ever since I was child, I had it. I must have sleep walked all the way to the kitchen and once I'd woken up I was terrified. 

Luckily Albert found me sooner enough and upon seeing that I wasn't feeling too good he made me a drink. 

A drink that he never made for anyone else but me. 

When my father became King Joker he forced Albert to become his personal assistant. We never saw him much, we saw him as much as we saw Kyro. Kyro and Albert were very close due to the time they spent together. 

Kyro was the only one that Albert didn't call with a title. Just like the rest of us he'd call Kyro 'Ky'. 

The door flung wide open nearly making me spill my drink all over myself. 

"You!" A voice accusingly shouted at me. 

A voice that I'd recognise anywhere, at any time. 

Aria Einfield stood in the door way pointing an accusing finger at me. 

"I don't care what you say, you will be taking me with you when you go to the Rousseau's." She demanded. 

I raised an eyebrow at her. How bold. How beauti-

No. I wasn't going to say that. No. What the hell is wrong with me? 

"Ok?" She pressed. 

"Hell no." I easily replied, taking a sip of my drink. 

She scoffed. "You better agree while I'm saying it nicely. You do NOT want these fists." 

I nearly choked on my drink. I looked at her now standing in front of my desk, fists raised as if she were going to hit me. Her brown hair in a ponytail yet her expression was by far the most cutest thing. 

She scrunched her eyebrows and tried to harden her face but it just didn't seem to be working, not to mention that her 5'2-5'3 frame was honestly making her look more amusing then intimidating. 

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