The Most Hated Character

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The favorite characters

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»» Daphne ««
»» Seravina ««
»» Cedric ««

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"What the hell are you doing, Seravina?!" Cedric gripped Seravina's arm, eyes full of anger. Jaw clenched, forehead furrowed. "Didn't I tell you to never touch her?!"

He pushed her with force, making the crying lady hit the ground. Despite Cedric cursing in front of her, Seravina's eyes were locked on the woman giving her a sad look, full of empathy. Daphne, also on the ground because of Seravina, still chose to be compassionate and care for her.

It's all your fault. Is what Seravina's thinking. But in Daphne's mind, she's hurt to see the woman who she thought of as a friend get hurt like this. She blamed herself for being the priestess, she wanted her old life back, as Seravina's friend.

If she weren't the priestess, she wouldn't have to meet Cedric. They wouldn't have fallen in love.

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Cedric helped me get up. "I-I'm sorry, ate. Did I push you too hard?" he genuinely asked. 

Nakangiti akong umiling. "Don't worry, it didn't hurt." Nang makatayo ako, may tumapik kaagad sa kamay ni Cedric sa 'kin at siya ang humawak ng kamay ko.

Daphne's forehead furrowed. "Be careful, Ced! You're hurting sis Sera!" Suway niya.

I awkwardly chuckled hoping to lighten up the mood, seeing that Cedric was about to blow up any moment to Daphne. Baka mag-away na naman sila. "I'm okay, I'm okay."

"Hmp, let's go sis Sera." Inirapan ni Daphne si Cedric at marahan akong hinila kasama sa paglalakad niya.

"B-But I'll read the comments first-"

Daphne looked back at me, pouting. "No. You won't. Let this chapter pass. Join us first, okay?" Pag-aya niya sa 'kin. "Kade said he has suggestions for the next chapter, you know, how to make it more dramatic." Muli siyang naglakad habang hila-hila ako. "Let's hear him out first."

I didn't answer. Hinayaan ko na lang siyang hilahin ako at marahang napangiti. I know she's worried about me, especially in this chapter. She knows that the readers are satisfied seeing my character's condition, and she's preventing me from reading their comments.

No matter how many times I tell her—them, that it doesn't bother me, they wouldn't listen. Really, these kids . . .

We went to one of the hidden, not-so-hidden, rooms in the palace. It's huge enough to be a gathering room, but with how big the palace is, no one uses it except us. We called it the setting space, or just simply the space:  where the main and secondary characters hang out.

Hindi nakuntento si Daphne sa ingay ng pagbukas ng malaking pinto, sinabayan niya pa 'to. "What's up, boogers!" she's full of energy as she opened the door.

We were greeted by a high-ceiling room, filled with books. The moonlight is peaking in the arched tall windows that serve as our light with the huge golden candle chandelier and fireplace in the middle of the room. Columns supporting each section of the books, paintings on vacant walls.

A red, gold, wine interior, the color of the palace. Despite having chairs instead of beds, with tables as its furniture, it still feels like home.

As soon as we stepped forward, the person closest to the room who was looking at her reflection in the mirror close to the door noticed us. She's brushing her long brunette hair, wearing a white polo with embroideries and dark red pants with boots. Her eyebrows rose, brown eyes twinkled when our eyes met. Her tab reflected in the mirror.