Y/n's PoV.
They are mean. They are overpowered. They can do whatever they want. They can get away from their crimes. They exploit the poor. They are greedy.
I despise them.
I look at my own reflection as I remove my make up. Tears formed in the corner of my eyes as I put my hands on my chest, I can't believe this. I got humiliated, again. My heart squeezed in pain as I remember what an embarrassment I am earlier. But I know to myself that I do not want any of those, I never wanted to be fit in.
I never wanted to blend with the likes of these nobles, I just wanna go back to our house, to my family. To my children.
I felt a pain on my head as I look at my reflection, I felt disgusted, I shouldn't have agreeed to come here. Because I simply do not belong here at all. I tried to calm myself, keeping the posture that I tried to hard to maintain.
Selfish. Rich people. They can stepped on people, they think are beneath them. Saving themselves and framing others to the thing they have done. I... I felt like the anger rushed in my veins as I frustratedly sigh. He is nice to me...
Sure he made me cry, but he make up for it. What was that for? I am sure I don't have anything that caught his attention now? Do I?
"Sure you are the apple of the eye of this gathering." I turned around to see a noble lady. She has blonde hair and amber eyes, the light comes from the moon shone upon her eyes and they look gorgeous. I blink my eyes to look at him. "Are you his partner?"
"I am just an agent."
"A Fatuus? Huh... I see. You look different from them, so I never thought that you were one." She thinks thoroughly. "Are you one of the harbingers? Never seen you before either."
"I am not." I avoided speaking so many information as it is one of my Master's rule.
"Ah but anyways, you were the apple of their eyes because you look ethereal. Your features are as unique as an outlander." She said and my eyes widened. Ethereal?! "But you are having social anxiety? Never been to any social gathering before?" I nodded. It is my first time and I thought they are thinking awfully of me.
I left Lord Regrator because my emotions gets the best of me! Again!!
I fixed myself quickly and since my hair is ruined I let my locks flow instead. I am so glad my make up werent ruined because I don't know how to fix it.
I went out to the bathroom but the first thing I saw when I opened it, was infact, Lord Regrator!!
"M-my lord. I am very sorry about my actions, ah– I..." I can't come up with my words on why did I suddenly had an outburst! I look at his impression and he seems... calm. He reach out to me and I close my eyes tightly, ready to get slapped.
But a gentle gloveless hand cupped my face. My eyes widened to see him smiling softly.
"Did I upset you again?" I blink my eyes as his thump carrassed my cheekbones. The warmth he gave me is comforting than ever. "Nothing worry me than to upset you again." Right, because Master and him will fight endlessly again if that's the case. "The Knave will take you away from me again."
"I-i am not upset, Lord." I immediately retaliated from his touch and look away. I felt heat in my cheeks and entire face and I heard him giggling. "I was just embarrassed."
"Because you were from the House of Hearts?"
"Y-yes." I responded. Most people here have good background. Being here makes my self-esteem broken. Everybody has a good background and in well status. I am so embarrassed to be here!!
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Regrator's Plaything (Pantalone)
FanfictionInnocent. Naive. Pure. Fragile. That is the description of the so called Y/n Snezhevna. An orphan from the House of the Hearts. She will be a perfect plaything for him, much even worth to invest with, than his cheating wife Credits to the bookcover...