ᡣ𐭩Chapter 7

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Edited: 7/15/2024

Edited: 7/15/2024

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You can probably tell but I'm putting the story together as I write so if there are some plot holes please let me know and I'll try my best to fix it.

Again this is kinda just for fun and because I want to see better from this genre.
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Naomi✨

I was laying down in my large bath tub relaxing. I was stressed and needed a breather from everyone and anything around me.

A few days had passed since I was at Angelica's.


I took a breather there after exploding on that sorry ass of a man and we came to a conclusion.

We had to seek out a certain person in order to gain more knowledge on that powder we were looking for——on top of that, we needed to keep an eye on the princess as she had been acting strange according to some sources. And Hendrick's gotten way too close to me, it's so fucking annoying how he wants to play husband after being rejected by her.


The water was a mix of light milks with some rose oils.

I slide down the side and laid my head in the side, I stared off into the large glass doors nearby, I had them cracked open a bit just to feel the breeze of the summer on my skin.

Some petals flew from in the window and into the bath.





"You!..." I shoot up quickly and look around.

"Hel...help me!" The voice begs.

"What?! What the fuck...?" I look around for anyone hiding and see nothing.

The breeze is gone and the air is now nothing but still, I sigh and stand up before walking over to the large window.

I grab a hold of the doors and close them, clicking the lock and pull down the curtains.

So much for a relaxing bath.
















"Do I have any letters Fiona?" I ask my maid as I brush my hair.

"Only one and it's from Sir Scratch, he wishes to talk to you alone and apologize?" Fiona says reading the letter.

I sneer at her unintentionally and snatch the paper from her.

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