𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘

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     "I'm sorry... but what's going on?" (Y/N) questioned groggily, suppressing the yawn that wanted to escape her.

In what seemed like only a few moments of sleep, her eyes were snapped right back open when an audible knock could be heard coming from her door. Groaning into her pillow, she reluctantly stood up, even flinching from when the cold tile touched her bare feet, and opened the door, surprise writing itself over her expression when first seeing Adrian, then Basile. As Adrian's eyes roved over her messy hair, then to her ruffled clothing, and finally her shoeless feet, he smirked. What amused him greatly was that he hardly ever saw her like that as she had a very strict dress code with even stricter mannerisms around him.

"Oh, ah... good morning, Your Highness, Advisor Oman," (Y/N) gave a low bow, flicking her eyes out the window to see it was, in fact, not light at all. "I mean, good evening..."

Snickering softly at her fumbling words, Adrian cleared his throat as he said, "Yes, and to you as well, (L/N), however Advisor Oman and I are here for more than just pleasantries." Glancing down to his pocket watch, he gave a small nod of understanding after reading the time to continue, "In approximately five minutes, I want you properly dressed and in the details room for my next instructions."

She blinked.

What?

"The room we were in before our trip to obtain Huelda Forla," Basile further explained.

"Right, of course, I understand," she bowed once more as they left before closing the door and leaning against the wooden frame with a groan.

She wished that for just once, she'd be able to sleep in to her heart's content, but alas, as proven only moments ago, that was not to be the case. Sluggishly moving herself to where her trunk of clothes lay, she pulled on the proper garments and shoes before exiting the room, trying to remember exactly where the room was that she had been present in before. She knew it was within her vicinity, walking down the concrete hallways that connected to the garden, however could not seem to locate it. About to give up and just ask for directions, a voice stopped her.

"(M/N)?"

The feminine lilt of the voice immediately made (Y/N) disregard it as being Adrian or Basile trying to find her and demand what was taking so long, turning around to be met with Seraph's soft blue eyes. (Y/N) was taken aback since she wasn't expecting her to be there, especially since it had been reported that she had locked herself in her room since her father's burial.

"Yes, Your Highness?" She bowed, not lifting her head up even as the Princess approached.

    "May I... confide in you?"

    "Pardon?" (Y/N) glanced up, clearly puzzled to the point it made Seraph's pale cheeks flush in embarrassment.

    "N-No, I mean... what I meant..." Seraph trailed off, her voice wavering, glancing up each time that she did so and making eye contact with (Y/N) before then having to look away again immediately as her blush only grew a brighter red. "I..."

    I only came to find him... because I needed someone to talk to...

But this is too much!

    "U-Um... I-I was just wondering if we could t-talk...?" Seraph looked up with expectance, her eyes now large and doe-like, wafting an air of innocence. "I-I really need to talk to someone... I can't stand just being alone in my room..."

    As (Y/N) stared at her, sympathy filled her to the brim since she knew exactly what it was like to lose a parent and how devastating the afterwards would be. Taking the Princess' hands in her own, unaware of how hyper aware she was and how her whole body flushed, (Y/N) gave a warm smile. She spoke smoothly and eloquently describing the loss of her mother, and as Seraph continued to listen, tears tears filled her eyes from how (Y/N)'s own gaze seemed to glimmer with memories long since past, a chord striking within her.

"I don't know what your feelings are exactly, and I'll never know since we're both different individuals, but if you feel comfortable to seek me out as you did now, I'll be happy to listen if you ever want to talk," (Y/N) smiled once more, softly. "I apologize that I can't stay, though. The Prince has called for my presence and I can't loiter any longer."

    Giving one last bow, (Y/N) walked away, not even a second later mentally slapping herself for not asking for directions yet already being too far away to ask again. Luckily, after only a minute or two of searching, she entered another long hall that led to a door at the end, she knocking once before a muffled 'come in' could be heard. The door's hinges squeaked softly as she pushed them open, finding the similar room she had only occupied once after the King was poisoned. Basile and a few others, including Captain Gen, the woman obviously bored, were there, but there was no sign of Adrian.

    "Where is His Highness?" (Y/N)turned to Basile in confusion as he was the one who asked to meet.

    "He has some... unfinished business to attend to," he answered stoically.

Hm...

    That's strange.

    He's usually a stickler for time...

    As (Y/N) sat down at the long table, waiting for Adrian, what she didn't realize was that he had been with her all along. He had gone out to find her since she was indeed taking to long but instead found a situation that dug under his skin and twisted his insides in revolt, currently standing behind a column where (Y/N) and Seraph had been speaking.

Why the fuck was Seraph touching him?

    Isn't he my servant?

    Not hers?

    His scowl only deepened when remembering how Seraph's flustered reaction grew (Y/N)'s touch.

How disgusting.

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