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【𝐇】𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞

• 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 •
The Crimson Tyrant
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It was already midnight and inside the Ramshackle dorm was filled with the soft snores of the first years that slept the night and their exhaustion away. That was until you saw a glimpse of what could be your room where you saw the mirror right above the fireplace glow discreetly yet again and a dream had rippled into your resting mind.

But this time, instead of the card soldiers and a curious girl, there was an enraged woman in a royal dress wearing a gold crown. Like a queen of some sorts, as she was screaming to the terrified card soldiers.

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"Who dares to taint with vulgar paint the royal flower bed?!" Loudly asked the woman with such hatred laced in her voice, she was almost yelling her head off.

"Another dream..?" You wondered in thought, watching it all unfold.

"You're majesty! Please! It's his fault!" Pleaded the soldier, the Three of clubs who were pointing the blame towards Two of clubs who immediately denied the ridiculous assumption.

"N-not me, you're Grace! The Ace! The Ace!!" Yell Two of clubs.

"Was it you?!" Asked the Queen, brows furrowed at the desperate Ace soldier. Watching the three soldiers who repeatedly blamed one another in an endless, tiring cycle.

"Silence! Off with your heads! The three of you!" A sudden cheer erupted from the other card soldiers and there was a pit on your stomach when their cheers became distorted yet you shook your head to lessen the ringing. They were celebrating which confuses you, the spectator. As the other card soldiers gossiped of never planting the white roses, partially blaming the beheaded cards.

"There's no reason to get so mad over the color of the roses..." You mumbled until the sound of something slicing and being chopped off echoed over the cheers that were ringing through your ears distortedly. It was the guillotine.

You felt sick to his stomach, "Why is no one stopping the Queen??"

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You found yourself roaming around the halls of the Ramshackle in silence, drowned by your train of thoughts that dwelled to the dream you had last night. It was the reason that woke you up early in the morning, even your mind wandered to the mirror that appeared in your dream. A vivid dream that you know you'll forget about as the time goes by sooner or later.

"I've got a bad feeling about this. I hope nothing bad happens at today's party." You mumbled, and your thoughts had wandered itself again when you thought of returning the cookbook to Trey this morning.

This world itself was already so peculiar that even some of their cultural pastries that you see from the cookbook didn't quite exist in your world. Some are identical and may taste the same but others have different names that are labeled, it also can be made by magic or anything related. I mean, a pastry that makes you big? A sweet drink that a drop of it makes you small as an ant?

Roaming around the halls once again, you were thankful that parts of the house were repaired. Such as the cracks from the walls, the mold that gathered on the upper ceiling, and the creaking holes on the floorboards. All that was left was the fixing of furniture including the remodeling, cleaning, and repairing the pipes on the bathroom and the devices to use for cooking in the kitchen. Nevertheless, you listed the repairing first as the next step to make this dorm habitable for you and Grim.