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ONE | 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

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ONE | 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

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❞ 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍❜𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 .. ! ❞

     God, (Name) retired long ago to never experience any more problems again after dealing with royal affairs, war affairs and annoying meddling senates that almost made her hair turn gray as she is already having some silvery strands to which she immediately got rid of, choosing to isolate herself from her friends— ( family even, she'd consider them as family too ) but oh if it weren't for a certain someone coming late at her doorstep...

    You may be wondering, what the hell is going on? Because that's a good questions to ask ! The first thing you see that sentence.

  So , to sum it up first , the lady has a surprise visitor.



     Excellent, lovely. Exciting even !  No, no, it is most definitely not the exciting part, just.... No. ( Name )  just refuse to accept bullshit in the middle of the night. Especially on her daughters death anniversary. She felt bitter again as she was reminded that today was the cursed day that took her baby away.


      With that happening, her annual depression night was avoided for the meantime, woohoo ! Isn't it just lovely? A night where she isn't depressed. Honestly ( Name ) isn't quite sure. She was used to it... The sudden change was odd. Very odd.

  It's as if it was the universal sign of telling her   ' alright woman , it's time to stop being depressed now . Here , have a cookie . ' Sort of thing you know ? Yeah , you get it.


   Ha ...! Jokes on Twisted Wonderland though, the lady is still a depressed bitch, only by a little — but depressed still! Not as bad as before hm ? She's still a bit sulky though , having her night ruined — not that it wasn't already ruined in the first place, anyways.


       Now all she need, is the cookie... Ah, unfortunately though, no cookies here — because instead of a treat at her front doorstep, no... Fate had other plans instead to make her night eventful. Maybe? Maybe not. Because right now, there's totally not a former war general at her house soaking wet from the rain while protectively holding a dirty white bundle in his arms, a color to put an emphasis on his dark attire that was the usual aesthetic he has.

"So, hey—"

     







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