#Fayeyoko...
"The hardest battles we fight are often with those we love the most, for in the heart's deepest connections lie both our greatest strength and our deepest wounds."
#G!P...
Faye's composure took aback Freen despite being struck by a bodyguard. The Malisorns would disapprove of such behavior.
Faye cleaned her wound in a secluded corner and covered her face with a fresh mask. Freen entered the room, leaning casually against the wall.
"You called me? What happened?" Freen asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Did you get the driver?" Faye inquired, her tone calm as she swiveled her chair towards her, her fingers drumming on the armrest.
Freen nodded, her expression serious. "The driver didn't flee because of Yoko; he bolted because he saw you. He was sure you were the Prince behind the mask. Unfortunately, someone killed him before I could question him and even tried to take me out for following the driver. The vehicle had no identifiable markings."
Faye absorbed this information thoughtfully. "Keep an eye on the man who punched me."
"You think he's connected, or are you just annoyed that he hit you?" Freen asked, her tone curious.
Faye leaned back, rubbing her jaw with a mix of amusement and disbelief. "So, get this—the guy didn't even hesitate. Just clocked me right in the face. Like, who does that? I get that the Wang people are in town, but come on, they've got better hobbies than using my face as a punching bag. Someone's got a vendetta."
Freen smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Or maybe they're just pissed off because you decided to play kissy-face with the Princess. Honestly, I'd punch you too. You've got a gift for turning royal galas into daytime soap operas."
Faye snorted. "Oh, please. One tiny kiss and suddenly I'm the villain of the week? We've got bigger problems—like, I don't know, world peace, maybe?"
Freen's eyes widened, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Hold up—you kissed her? I thought you were just being your usual flirtatious self. But nope, you're like a wrecking ball in a tux, smashing your way through royal decorum."
Faye felt a flicker of embarrassment but quickly masked it with a cocky grin. "What can I say? The Princess was asking for it. And by 'asking for it,' I mean standing there, being all kissable and royal. I'm only human, Freen. A very good-looking human."
Freen burst into laughter, practically doubling over. "You're a walking disaster, you know that? Maybe I should start carrying a first aid kit for all the poor souls you accidentally seduce. You're like Cupid with a concussion."
Faye laughed along, the tension in the room melting away. "At this point, it's not even accidental—it's just a natural side effect. But hey, if you ever need someone taken out, just point me in their direction. I'll blow them a kiss, and they'll implode."
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Afterward, Faye left the room and saw Luna, Yoko's hairstylist. She closed the door behind her and looked at Luna.
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