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A/N - I highly recommend that you press play on the video above and let the music run throughout this chapter! :)
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In the heart of the labyrinth, the maze's twists and turns became a clandestine playground for your whims. Your laughter echoed maniacally through the verdant corridors as you sprinted through the dimly lit passages, your ivory dress billowing like a phantom's silhouette. Behind you, Antonio stumbled, his intoxicated pursuit transforming the night into a surreal chase.
Amidst the chaos, Fyodor, the uninvited accomplice to your nocturnal escapade, managed to catch up. As you paused for a moment, breathless but exhilarated, he questioned the absurdity of your impromptu adventure. "What the hell are we doing?" He inquired, his tone a mix of confusion and intrigue.
With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you retorted, "what does it look like I'm doing? I'm running away from my fiancé."
"Why?" Fyodor pressed, attempting to decipher the motives behind your chaotic escapade.
"To make his life harder, duh," you responded with a devilish smirk, embodying a villainous glee in the theatrical act of defiance.
Antonio's drunken footsteps drew near, prompting a momentary pause. In the hushed interlude, you subtly shushed Fyodor, a conspiratorial gesture that signalled a shift in the unfolding drama. Silently, you both tiptoed down an unexplored path, weaving through the shadows of the labyrinth, leaving behind the chaotic echoes of your laughter and the confused calls of the inebriated pursuer. The maze, once a whimsical backdrop to Shakespearean revelry, now hosted a ballet of mischief and intrigue, as the night concealed its secrets within the labyrinthine embrace.
Within the intricate corridors of the maze, Fyodor's inquiry sliced through the night like a subtle blade, seeking the secrets that lingered in the shadows. His voice, a velvety undertone in the dim labyrinth, gently probed, "why do you wish to make his life harder?"
Your response, delivered with a calculated nonchalance, unfurled the complex tapestry of your existence. "It's simple, really. He's a fool who thinks he can make a wife out of someone like me. My father paid him a hefty sum to marry me, without my consent, of course. It's just another way to punish me. Antonio is quite simply one of the worst people I've ever met. There is nothing about him that screams husband material other than his bank account. Even my own father is aware of this."
In the dance of secrets, Fyodor nodded, absorbing the revelation with the subtlety of a predator attuned to the nuances of the night. "I see."
However, as the weight of your words hung in the air, Antonio's approaching steps disrupted the nocturnal dialogue. A quick, instinctive move by Fyodor saw his fingers intertwining with yours, leading you both into the covert sanctuary of a grassy wall, cloaked from the approaching discord.
