A fairytale of a beautiful maiden, the beloved Frost Flower Princess was supposed to be staying in the comfort of her castle masquerading as a cage to protect her from the dangers outside, imprisoned by her own brothers.
That is, until a mysterious...
* "So prepare for the coup of the century. Be prepared for the murkiest scam. Meticulous planning, Tenacity spanning, Decades of denial, Is simply why I'll Be king undisputed, Respected, saluted, And seen for the wonder I am. Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared. Be prepared!"
** Hall of Mirrors
"First stop, Pomefiore dorm," Cater said cheerfully, leading the group toward the gleaming dorm mirror with a confident stride.
Vanitas, walking just behind Y/n, clicked his tongue in clear annoyance. His hands were shoved into his coat pockets, and his mood was as stormy as his narrowed gaze.
"Why must it be this dorm?" he muttered. "I can already smell the narcissism and overpriced cologne wafting through the glass."
"It's not that bad," Noé said with a soft laugh, trailing beside him. "You just don't like the competition for flair."
Vanitas shot him a look. "Please. No peacock here could ever compare to me—and especially not to her."
He glanced at Y/n, eyes softening with an obsessive fondness that made Isfrid stiffen slightly.
"Your little comments are going to get you hurt one day," Isfrid warned from behind, voice like frost biting through the air. "You're standing too close to her again."
Vanitas didn't bother turning. "She doesn't seem to mind. Besides... isn't it my job to be close to what's mine?"
Y/n sighed, ignoring them both as she stepped through the mirror. Noé, Cater, and Riddle followed, with Vanitas and Isfrid trailing last, both men glaring daggers at each other behind her back.
* Pomefiore Dorm
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Upon walking inside the mirror, they emerged into the regal elegance of the Pomefiore dorm, the castle-like architecture as pristine as ever. It felt like stepping into a page of a fairytale—one filled with mirrors, velvet, and too many smiles that didn't reach the eyes.
"Same dramatic energy as always," Ace muttered under his breath as they crept down the hallways, their footsteps light.
* Pomefiore Dorm - Lounge
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