who made me a puppet?

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Jennette heard her window open. Knowing exactly who entered her room. "Lucas?" She called out. Lucas blinked at the tone of her voice, it was soft like always but there was an edge to it.

"Hm?"

"I want you to kill my aunt for me"

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There were many things Lucas couldn't understand about Jennette, well more like aisha. This seemed to be one of those things.

Aisha from what he could understand would never ask something like that from anyone but now that he put more thought into it, she would ask this from him and only him.

Someone who was the only person she spoke her feelings too. Mutter 'I want to live' to. Aisha saw Lucas as a genuine friend that she could lean on now and that made Lucas feel.. Something. More then love  he felt before, when he kissed her checks. He still doesn't really grasp why he kissed her.

At first he thought it was the narrative, or the world tree trying to manipulate his feelings. Jennette had taken athanasia's role afterall. If he was athanasia's male lead like aisha told him, then perhaps his feelings were falsified. But...

Lucas glanced at Jennette who was looking into the mirror, looking at her reflection before she turned around to look at lucas. Lucas could imagine black eyes and darker shade of brown on Jennette.

"Are you sure about that sleeping beauty?" Lucas asked in a mocking tone but there was a concern too. He would do it, but he doesn't want aisha to feel bad about her decision later, if she does feel bad about it. It can result into her feeling depressed again and Lucas doesn't want that for her.

Jennette--no aisha nodded. "I won't regret this decision, Lucas. I know I won't." She insisted, knowing why he was hesitating. Lucas took some air in before giving a smirk.

"Leave everything to your dragon"

Claude didn't know how to feel about this news. This morning, Rosalia was found dead in her bedroom. Some of the doctors think it was due to a heart attack in her sleep. The women died peacefully. It wasn't her death that disturbed claude, even though the women was related to.. Her

It was the fact that Rosalia was written down as Jennette's godmother that made Claude feel saddened. Claude remembered Jennette talking about her aunt here and there, it wasn't as fond like when she talked about Duke Roger  but Jennette had great respect for her aunt. This news must have saddened her.

That's why, Claude was making his way towards Jennette's room.

Claude knocked on her door. "Jennette may I come in?" He asked. In a few minutes, jennette opened her door. She looked confused and uncertain. Claude made his way in, compared to athanasia's room jennette's was very simplicistic. Mostly because jennette's never liked luxurious things. But Claude liked the room, it was simply and homely.

"Your majesty?" Jennette asked from behind him. Claude turned around to look at her, noting down how older she looked right now. It was weird how time passed so much.

"How are you doing?" Claude softly asked, trying to make sure he can become as comforting as he could. He wasn't good at this but, years of spending time with his daughters. He has learnt a few things here And there. But he also knows there's a long way for him to go. "I got the news about your aunt"

Claude noted how jennette froze at the information. "It's fine if you don't want to talk about it.. I just wanted you to know, I am here if you perhaps want to share your feelings"

Jennette looked taken aback, blinking at him as if he transformed into a hawk. "Your majesty... Are you here to.. Comfort me?"

Claude slowly nodding confirming her thoughts. Jennette stood there before walking towards him and asking "why?" It sounded cracked but Claude knew it was a genuine question. Especially as he knew how Jennette sees him.

"As tyrannical you know I am.. I am also your guardian. Thus I wanted to make sure you were doing alright" Claude confessed. "I know I am not the best person, but I truly do want.. The best for you and your sister" Claude wanted to say more but suddenly Jennette hugged Claude. The man froze when he realised Jennette was sobbing. "..jen?"

"Thank you.." Jennette softly spoke up. Not really caring that she was rubbing her tears on his rob. Claude didn't seem to mind either. "Thank you for at least caring about me.. Your majesty, I appreciate it"

Claude ruffled her hair. "Of course.." Jennette forgot who she was right now, the life of Jennette and aisha didn't matter at this moment. Right now she was a child crying in the arms of her guardian.

"I am sorry for your loss" Claude was speaking about rosalia's life. Jennette felt like he was speaking about aisha's life.

"...i" Jennette took a deep breath in, tears still spilling down. "I appreciate the comfort.. Claude"

Claude smiled a little, understanding her a little more.