𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

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     Adrian had left (Y/N) after bandaging her wounds in silence and after she told him her name. She had been unable to look at him, and he had been unable to formulate words that could comfort her. He was angry—angry that she had deceived him while acting as if she were his friend, even if he wanted to be more than that. He was angry that she had thought she even needed to lie to him.

Yet, he still loved her.

That fact was never going to change.

Leaving her after briefly instructing her not to move and that he would take care of everything, Adrian left, not realizing that she had no plan to listen to him. Instead, she shrugged on her shirt that and staggered to the door, opening it barely a crack to see if anything was there. Luckily, she was in the clear. Fumbling through the halls, her eyes lit up when she stumbled upon the training field where they also kept equipment such as swords, daggers, guns, etcetera, fully intent on using any weapon that would mean ending this fight and ensuring safety for the people she cared about.

"(M/N)?" A voice spoke behind her.

Whirling around at the voice, her sword's tip was edged into the neck of Zaahir, his hands raised in defense with puzzlement befalling his features. She only drove the sword in deeper, her expression darkening and her eyes narrowing.

"Ow! (M/N), what the hell are you doing?" Zaahir yelled as she shoved him against the wall.

"I can't believe you!" She spat out, drawing a thin blade of red across his dark skin. "I can't believe you! Was everything a lie? Your love for the Princess? Our friendship? Was it, Zaahir Fsum!?"

"What the hell are you talking about!?" He shouted, not daring to make a move. "What's with this bullshit you're spouting!?"

"He doesn't know," a different voice said.

Quickly, (Y/N) used her other hand to pull out the gun she had snagged from the previous fight from its holster, pointing it right at Dañero who had appeared from the shadows with that ever present melancholic expression resting on his face. His own gun rested against his hip as he stopped just a few yards away from them, (Y/N) able to feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

    "Zaahir was never involved with us," Dañero began again, the broken and short sentences that he had used before gone as he no longer had to hide the thick, Chalarian accent that he had, something (Y/N) only then noticed.

    "He has nothing to do with your lies?" She questioned, her suspicious still raised.

    "That's right," Dañero nodded. "I wouldn't want my Queen's army to be confused and not kill him if they thought he was ours."

    Zaahir paled.

    He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

    "So, you, Aadon... and Claude?" (Y/N) laughed in disbelief as she released Zaahir from her grip, grimacing in pain as she then held her side that burned with each move she made. "You all infiltrated the palace, burned it, killed His Majesty... and now what? Are you going to kill every single person in this damned castle

    "If it comes to that, then so be it," Dañero growled, gesturing to everything around him. "This nation... we need it. Chalar is wasting away and this fucking country couldn't even try to come to an agreement with my Queen nor the rulers before her!"

    "Seriously?" Zaahir scoffed at Dañero's statements, brandishing a sword he had drawn from the rack of weapons. "Queen Jannali's parents were going to wring this country dry! They threatened everything and everyone here... there was no use trying to come to an agreement since your country's demands were ludicrous!"

    "Shut up!" He growled, raising his weapon threateningly. "You don't know anything about what it's like... about seeing people you care about starving because there's not enough food. People died because they were trying to make ends meet... you know nothing of that!"

    (Y/N) and Zaahir stared at him in silence as he glared with hatred at both of them.

    He was truly the enemy.

    "I'm guessing that the attacks... they were all implemented by you, Aadon, and Claude?" She questioned, dreading his answer because she already knew what he was going to say.

    "Obviously," Dañero scowled. "The first attack was started by my Queens' guards, and we helped when we were able to get away from everyone." He noticed the way (Y/N)'s eyes widened, his grin growing sickening as he continued, "And, yes. Aadon was the one who burned the servants' quarters. He told me about your little... breakdown."

    Her jaw tightened.

    "And then on the road?" He chuckled. "That attack was merely bandits tipped off by us that you were going to be there. Of course, some of my Queen's men were also there. When you and that foolish prince tried to kill the last of them, Claude was able to get one out to report back to her."

    "So it was all just lies," she muttered, Zaahir looking just as dejected.

    "No, you all are just pathetic falling for some fancy flattery," Dañero shook his head, cruelly stomping on their feelings with no remorse. "Once I'm done with you two and Aadon with that prince, my Queen will come with her armies and liberate this land! They will finally be under a ruler that will do anything for her people! Including snuffing out any obstacles that get in her way."

    (Y/N) and Zaahir quickly dove the opposite way from each other when Dañero picked up his gun and swiftly fired a shot, gritting his teeth and pulling out a hidden dagger when they both rushed forward. However, just as they were about to reach him, his eyes widened and a choked gasp escaped him, the blade of a sword sticking through him. He stared at them as he dropped to his knees. Glancing up, both had equal expressions of shock over their features when they saw Basile standing there with a ragtag group of bloodied and scuffed servants behind him. Basile didn't even think twice as he pulled the sword from Dañero's body.

    All looked grim.

    "So," Basile began as he approached (Y/N) and Zaahir, elegantly wiping the blood off his sword. "Care to inform me of what is happening?"

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