who made me a puppet?

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Jennette walked her feelings everywhere, she felt angry, sad, pain, jealousy even all at once. Even a bit irritation towards herself. So many feeling bouncing inside her brain to even understand. She wanted to cry but no tears were coming out. This feeling felt different from the past.. She didn't know when she entered Athanasia's rose garden at all.

She was mindlessly walking until she stopped to stare at one particular rose, it looked like all the other roses in the garden but Jennette was fixated on it.

Will he kill me because I am hers?

Jennette wanted to have faith in Claude but a man like him would only do one thing and that would be use black magic on himself to forget Penelope Judith and in return.. Forget Jennette margarita. Jennette would then live Athanasia and Claude's amnesia plot, a plot she hated to the core. It single handedly made her hate the man.. Perhaps she would hate him again. Depends. Claude wasn't a character to her anymore.

It was nighttime. But she halted when she saw a large shadow near her. A shadow made by the light of the moon. She felt a deja vu.

Turn around and move.. Why can't I move?

Jennette stayed tall as she felt someone's presence behind her.

Ha.. Speak of the tyrant.

"What..." A gentle yet tired voice reached her ears. It wasn't stoic or dead. She has heard this voice many times now. Jennette felt ligher suddenly "...are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Jennette turned around and saw him.

Claude.

The moon lighting on top of him.. Makes him look older then he is.. Perhaps it is the news he got prior?

"Jen.. You are in your nightgown" Claude said. Removing his cape and suddenly putting it on her. "You will catch a cold.."

"How are you feeling about the news?" Jennette asked, mind empty. "Aren't you hurt? I am her daughter. The blood of someone who hurted you" Jennette looked up, slowly cozying inside the cape. Claude stared down at her.

"Who are you, Jennette?"

Jennette blinked at the question. Who was she in these past years, not Aisha, not Judith, not margarita... "I am Jennette de alger obelia"

"Exactly" Claude smiled, as he turned towards the castle. He still looked tired but nudged her to go inside. "And you shall stay that way...Considering you aren't her daughter. You are mine. Whether you like it or not" Jennette blinked.

"Claude that's kidnapping" Jennette felt like she would dose of to sleep as soon as they started to walk towards the palace.

"I did do it years ago... I don't think they can charge the emperor" Claude was joking with her. She must have finally lost it.

Jennette chuckled at that. "You shouldn't be above the law"

"You or your sister can sought through that after becoming empress"

"Don't leave your children, your work Claude"

The conversation ended over there, as Jennette retreated for the night. She didn't see Lucas. Even in the morning, but neither did she saw Athanasia. But she did see someone.. Lilian York.

Athanasia on the other hand found herself sitting near a tree inside the Duke's mansion. She tried and failed to use Claude feelings towards Penelope against Jennette. It was almost like Claude wasn't what he was written to be and changed his personality.

"Why are you frowning, princess athanasia?" Anastacius asked, athanasia glanced up before standing up.

"Oh uncle.. Didn't know I would see you here.." Athanasia didn't need to fake being dull. She felt dull. "It's just.. Father seemed to not mind at all that she is Penelope's daughter. He didn't even try to find who the father was.. It almost like he doesn't care about me.. Or that Jennette might have a father alive somewhere.." Athanasia looked away.