Blissful Bite ─ Venti x reader

37. ; ALLYSHIP AT LAST

I tried to push myself up from the desk as soon as I heard a noise. My first assumption? Frying pans crashed down in the kitchen. That was until someone banged against the door without any curtesy.

Which then again was overrated in

"Ma'am, we need your help with getting some prisoners under control." the guard said.

I looked at them, a bit dumbfounded for a moment. I froze, right? It was me who wielded the responsibility like a sword now.

This was strange, to say the least. I had been used to being a follower, a schemer, a thinker, but not a leader. I struggled to believe that I would grow into this. How was someone like me, utterly overwhelmed by the amount of power tackling this issue?

I looked back at the grandfather clock.

Tick

Tack.

Run, Y/n, time doesn't stop.

Run as fast and far as you can from the responsibilities or carry them with honor.

I took a deep breath, "shit" I cursed under my breath. I looked at the guard and nodded, "I'm coming."

On our way down, we managed to get past the dampened stairs, which grew wet through the mold. (Side note to self: check if there are any corpses we haven't cleaned. Archons! This smells like dog shit.) Besides the point, but the torch I held was swiftly snatched out of my hand by the guard. My eyes widened. What was going on? Why did he—the guard yelled, "duck!"

With a single command, it was back in my blood, in my bones. It was always there and would return. The urge to follow commands flawlessly. Which, in this case, had saved my life more than I wanted to admit as I got up from my halfway split. When my gaze drifted down, I caught sight of specks of dust. Well, even with that incident at hand, it mustn't get unnecessarily dirty. I knocked it out of the fabric and proceeded to raise my gaze to the wall. My heart caught up in fear and skipped a beat.  A dagger pierced the wall, leaving crevices in depths of an abyss. Small pebbles tumbled out of the creak.

"Oh.." I muttered, I turned back to the guard, it reeked of metal, then I sighted their crimson oozed sleeve.

"Go in an infirmary, immediately." I said, my voice rang with authority and demand. No inch of negotiations could be taken away to work with.

The guard stiffened, "But ma'am—" I sent him a look, "it's dangerous!"

That much was obvious. Why wouldn't a dark gloomy path yell dangerous and instead say 'oh I'm so inviting.'

"Do I have to repeat myself, soldier? This wasn't a request. It's an order." I said as stern as I could pretend to be. Which was hard, I didn't know how to pull it off, I wasn't used to being confident in my commands. How could I be? I had no significance before.

Now, power was overwhelmingly strong.

I walked down the path, and I saw a shadow. Another figure, they were tall and fragile looking. Likely mortal, a human. I slowed down and sneaked down the corridor. My eyes shot towards them. I pulled out a sword. Oh, I was so unsure to this—focus, now or never Y/n—this wasn't the time. I was suspicious, and  I couldn't let my guard down.

The person looked at me, their eyes went wide. Was it a frightened reaction or one of surprise? I hoped for the first, deep down. Fear was easier to mold than surprise.

My gaze met that of the human again, sharpened eyes, a grim looking frown, and dark hair.

"And your business would be?" I asked.

"I could ask you the same. I don't think you're authorized to be down here." They said their eyes narrowed at me. I had no idea if it was because they knew who I was or if they were suspicious. Anyone can imagine the element of surprise and the unknown could be utilized.