𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒲ℴ𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹： 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓌 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℱ𝓇ℴ𝓏ℯ𝓃 ℋℯ𝒶𝓇𝓉

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒－𝑅𝑒𝑑 𝑇𝑦𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡： 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 16

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"Fire's ashes. Rise from my outrage"

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Hallway

While the group walked down the hallway, on their way to their first class, they ran into Isfrid and another student.

"Please allow me to stay by your side, N/n!" Isfrid exclaimed with a desperate tone, his hands gripping
Y/n's shoulders tightly, his eyes wide with an unsettling fervor. He was all but clinging to her, his tail wrapped around her waist in a possessive manner.
Y/n's expression remained blank as she stood there, trapped between her overprotective brother and the looming presence of Vanitas.

Vanitas stopped walking, eyes narrowing slightly as he watched Isfrid's antics with growing irritation. The cold smirk on his lips didn't reach his eyes. "Really? Can you be anymore dramatic?" he said in a low, almost venomous tone. He crossed his arms, watching the scene with detached amusement, his gaze flicking between Isfrid's desperate clinging and Y/n's calm demeanor.

Y/n gave a soft sigh, her patience clearly wearing thin as she gently tried to pull away from her brother's grip. "But we have class, Isfrid..."

Isfrid's eyes darkened, and his grip tightened even more. "I can't leave you alone, N/n. You need me, your big brother. I must protect you, be by your side at all times," he said, his voice dangerously soft, almost a whisper, as if he couldn't bear the thought of being away from her. He ignored the look of disbelief on Vanitas' face.

Meanwhile, poor Sebek Zigvolt—fellow dorm mate to Isfrid—was locked in a fierce tug-of-war, both hands gripping Isfrid's tail and pulling with all his might. "My Lord, please! Be reasonable!" Sebek pleaded. "We'll be late! I can't bear to face my liege if we disgrace him!"

Isfrid whipped his head toward Sebek, his expression darkening with a flash of possessive rage. "Zigvolt, I told you to let go of me!" His voice was low and threatening, the kind of tone that made it clear he wasn't asking anymore. "That possessive ass dragon would rather have his beloved Queen be safe!" he snapped back.

Vanitas' smile faded into something more sinister. He casually stepped forward, his eyes glinting with a dark, almost predatory gleam. "You really think you can keep her all to yourself, prince?" His voice was silky and mocking, but beneath it was a simmering tension. "How cute. You're just as obsessed as I am." He leaned in slightly, eyes locked on Isfrid's with a dangerous intensity.

"Geez... what's wrong with those two." Ace sweat dropped as Grim looked even more dumbfounded.

"This is basically a game of Tug of War..." Deuce muttered, more concerned for Y/n who looked unbothered.

"Don't you understand that I've been entrusted with my beloved sister's safety by our Grandfather? As her knight, I must-" Isfrid says before he was cut off by
Y/n.

Y/n, who had been observing the exchange with mild concern, suddenly spoke up, her voice quiet but firm. "I think I'll contact Lady Mother," she said, her tone calm but with a hint of finality.

Isfrid froze, his eyes widening in horror. "E-Eh? W-Why would you—?"

"I won't," Y/n interrupted softly, "If you go to class... peacefully."

"But sister—!" Isfrid's voice cracked, desperation lacing his words.

Y/n's gaze softened, but her words were firm. "I have Vanitas, Ace, and Deuce with me. I'll be fine," she said, her voice tinged with an edge of finality that cut through Isfrid's frantic protests.