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    Cale and Abigail had started their hunt. The tension was awkward, but Abigail tried her best to make up a conversation. 

"Soooo, young master Cale from the Henitsue Duchy?" asked the former queen, trying to break the uncomfortable and uneasy silence that clouded the atmosphere. 

"Yep, that's me." responded Cale with a soft closed eye smile. Abigail clutched the right side of her chest in attempt to hide her flustered face. Cale was confused as hell due to the odd behavior being represented by the queen.

"Pleasure to meet you. My name is Abigail, but you can call me Abi or Gail. Whichever is fine. I hope we can become friends!" beamed the former. This was a new experience for Cale as he had never been shown this kind of kindness before, well, at least after his mother had passed away. It was such a confusing sight but nevertheless, Cale gave in. He was still wary of the queen, but he believed this was one step closer to achieving his dream slacker life. 

"I do hope so" responded Cale, while examining the roses. Cale had always been the type of person to enjoy colors, but he was always attracted to one specific color. Red. He was always curious about anything that held the color red within its power. Blood was included. However, that joy did not last as long as Cale had wished. After an unfortunate incident, Cale had been determined to have been allergic to roses, most importantly their thorns. Cale wasn't a dumb child, he understood what this meant, he just didn't want to accept the fact.

A couple minutes had passed and both Cale and Abigail were silently picking apart the colors. Cale tried to be really careful as to not touch the thorns but alas my friend, things were not meant to end on such a happy note. it was an accident, but this small injury would leave to a fatal incident. A few hours had passed, and it was already sundown. Abigail and Cale had decided to head back, Abigail with both roses in her hand.

"I enjoyed the time I spent with you, young master." Said the former, smiling while looking at the setting sun near the horizon. She was wary of Cale as she had heard the rumors about him and he did not want Blanche to see such filthy acts. But it seems that rumors will always be rumors as this person was very different from the one in the rumors. 

"Yes, I have also enjoyed the time I spent with you this afternoon." answered Cale with a soft smile. Both of the newly committed friends continued to chat, oblivious to the disaster that was soon to strike. They had arrived at the meeting spot about ten minutes later and had met up with most the ladies. They were only waiting on Lady Roseworth and Lady Vexisten. who surprisingly came back empty handed.

All the ladies proceeded to sit down, which gave them time to immediately look over at their host.

"The game has concluded, and the winners must be stated. I must say, some of you ladies did a splendid job!" said the princess, excited but patient.

(Ok so, I got lazy, and it is currently 2:34 A.M. and I got lazy so blah blah blah the perfect shade of red turned out to be Cale's hair color and Lady Roseworth and Lady Vexisten won. Let us skip over to the end of the tea party.)

"Please have a safe trip back home ladies!" said Blanche as she, Abigail, and Cale were dismissing the ladies back to their carriages.

As soon as all carriages where dismissed, a small rose flew towards the trio. And more and more petals came flying by. Curious, the three turned their head over to where the petals were coming from and there it was, staking with all his glory, Stood Emperor Siberian Friedkin, holding a bouquet of red roses. 

The trio was shocked, but they quickly greeted the man who had just arrived. Cale having no idea who the man was, just bowed out of instinct since he looked like a noble.