chapter seven

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scaramouche pov

i slowly open my eyes and immediately close it when i feel the sun rays that are seeping through the soft curtains and hitting my eyelids. i slowly blink, adjusting my eyes to the light and look around until my eyes land on her.

in my arms.

she's sleeping so peacefully. her hair are sticking out wildly in all directions as she rests on my arm, facing me.

and her clothes.

oh god.

i pull the covers over her chest, shielding whatever amount of skin was exposed to me.

i may be evil but at least i have some decency.

i stare at her sleeping face, her eyes shut close and the shadow of her eyelashes casted upon her cheekbones.

she's so pretty.

honestly a pity that i have to get rid of this beauty.

i tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear and tilt my head against the pillow as i admire her face,

she's so off-gaurd.

i could kill her right here and now.

i slowly bring my hands upto her slender throat and wrap my fingers around it.

so fragile.

so weak.

one squeeze and she'd die in my arms.

an evil smirk crawls up my face as i try my best to not end her life right now.

"queen himiko wake up, breakfast is-" a squeaky voice interrupts me from my thoughts and my eyes fall on the little figure as she is backed up against the wall with her tiny hands over her mouth.

her eyes are as wide as saucers as she looks from me to himiko.

"wha-" she begins again but i shush her by raising one finger to my mouth and let go of himiko's throat, winking at the little figure.

she shuts up and walks a little closer to the bed.

"why is she in your arms, you forced her didn't you?" she whispers.

i chuckle and whisper back, "you really think that? what if i told you she willingly came to my arms?" 

paimon looks at me with a look of disbelief, not believing me. 

i slowly pull my arm away from the princess but fail to do so as the princess whines and stirs in her sleep, tugging me closer by my night suit. she lays against my chest and nuzzles her face in to my body. 

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