─────── l'obsession // e. vasilios
‣ he is known to be cold, calculating, a man who cares nothing for love even. but there's a hidden secret that he hides from everyone else. one so scandalous that everyone would be against it...but when did he care...
‣ sixth era. everyone's an enemy. ‣ cw: reader being drugged.
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The prince's words followed her to her room. A voice so mysteriously enticing. Had she been any other person she would've fallen on her knees. But, her remembrance of who she was did not let that happen.
But either way the words he spoken haunted her no matter what she did to try and prevent its returns from her head.
Eros Vasilios had simply captivated her mind beyond a doubt.
Was it because of him saving her life? Or just a mere span of words of care? No, it had to be the first. Anyone could form words and manage to make it seem real, but no one could spin a blade throne must not be a good thing.
But, then again Name was not from here so how would she understand the empire's situation? She couldn't ask either, it would seem nosy to wonder of such things.
Muffled noises came to her attention, ending her thoughts. What was going on? Quietly walking towards the door, she heard faint voices. Pressing her ear against it, she caught a whispered conversation held by two unknown voices.
"You do realize how much of a threat he could be once he realizes right?" A hushed tone ushered to the other who replied with a firm. "I know, but she is our only hope. A weakness of his that cannot be obliterated at all costs."
That voice made her heartbeat race. The duchess was talking with someone.
"If that is the case, then why not try killing her? Eros would do anything for her right?" Huh? Killing who? Her? Name bit her lip in hope that it was not the case, but the next sentence confirmed it almost immediately.
"If we kill Name, we kill a most likely alliance between me and her father. That will not do anything but harm us."
"But keeping her from her father will harm us too. You know who she is Medea!" The voice finally gave its recognition to her. Perion. The cardinal, was it? Why would he be here? At this time of night. That didn't make much sense and it didn't help that the two were ushering about her possible demise when they were right in front of her room. Was this intentionally placed so she could be aware of her possibilities?
"I know. Which is why we are keeping her happy here. At the very least we could keep her away from both her father and her own stalker." The tone was laced with annoyance. Stalker? Who was the stalker? This didn't add up whatsoever.
"What difference does it make to-" "Shush." Medea sounded really annoyed now. On the verge of angry even. "It's my plan and I'll deal with it however I think, I doubt you dare question me?"
After that there was silence. Then a shuffling of feet. It seemed the male had given up.
This exchange brought more questions than answers. Though one thing was clear Medea's intentions were not kind towards her. Perhaps at the part of keeping her happy, and maybe away from this stalker, but she was also keeping her from the man who risks everything for her.
Her own father.
Should she agree on staying with the prince now? Even the prince could be danger though... Best possible option would be to leave with no trace. Perhaps leaving her whole life behind even.
No, she shouldn't think that. Leaving meant a war her father might put up. And war with this empire was the last thing she wanted.
The next morning came quickly as she felt a sickening feeling in her stomach upon the recollection of last night. Fixing herself up, she took the initiative to come down without the maids calling for her per usual.
"Good morning." She murmured as she sat down. The duchess and her brother returned the greeting with much reluctance and ate while speaking quietly to one another through their eyes.
The meal was done in a silent manner. Far from the usual whereas they spoke to her, this time they seemed to hesitate even asking her sorts. Had the duchess realized she had overheard? She hoped not. If she had then Medea would send her away.
Suddenly Bertie barged in with much panic. Ushering towards the duchess she whispered in a rushed tone about someone's arrival, this caused Medea to jerk up while Dekis shot a worried glance towards Name's way.
"Your Highness, how about you go rest in your room for a moment? Someone important has arrived and will not wait for another time." Medea sounded calm and collected, but her angry face said otherwise. The person must be someone she very much disliked.
Dekis took Name's hand and rushed her to her room with one more word to stay put.
Staring at the now shut and locked door with frustration, she fiddled with the hem of her dress.
The temptations of checking the window finally took over as she walked towards the huge window for her to see a royal coach. It seems the prince had come to visit. She could see the male talking with duchess whilst standing outside.
A sound of a click was heard behind her caught her attention as her breath got caught in her throat. Who?
Turning around she managed to see a maid standing there with a maniacal smile before she felt dizzy. What had been placed in the food she ate earlier? Holding her head, she collapsed onto her knees. Her vision grew blurry as she looked back at the maid. Eyes fixating though barely she realized this was the one that had been caring and making her food. So she was behind this.
She'd been drugged.
A cough emerged from as she fell into a dark oblivion.
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