Yue- Mercy is not forgiveness.

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the door and a long black sleeved arm with a gloved hand reached out and caught me as the world went black.

The only thing I could think of was: this is what I did to that vampire.

This was real karma, not hitting my head on a desk after throwing Devon off of my bed, because I was playing with him.

This was the real deal.

And it sucked.
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I watched as the majio walked into the dining room.

And was shocked.

She walked in so confidently, along with a maid, that she had everyone looking dead at her.

She also finally had decent clothing on.

Darius started staring at her from the minute walked in.

"Majio Odessa of the... Isthia Empire has arrived!" The guard on one side shouted.

I stood up when she walked in to show respect, and the others followed suit.

Even Darius.

"Hmmm? What's this?" I asked him taking a sip of my wine then roasting it to Odessa.

He completely ignored me.

"It seems like there will be a queen soon?" I murmured to myself.

That he heard.

He glared at me.

Seems like someone is on a bad mood today.

"A majio in the castle?" Ser Rosewood asked turning to Darius.

Darius scrunched his nose up in disgust.

I don't think he likes him very much.

I laughed when I saw this taking another sip of my wine. It had a very sour taste to it and was red.

Which reminded me that we didn't have any sour red wine.

"Yes I am a majio. Mister...?" Odessa curtsied perfectly as she said this, yet if I hadn't been looking at her face I would've never had seen her utter disgust.

"You both will make a fitting couple." I said leaning over to the prince.

He just continued to stare at her.

"Right we" Ser Rosewood pointed to half the table besides me and Darius "Are the Rosewoods."

She curtsied again but this time to everyone.

I guess she didn't learn yet that the first person she has to curtsy to is the royal family.

Looking at Darius I found that he either didn't care, notice, or was just smitten by her beauty.

Let's go with the third.

She walked in with a light blue gown yet it was not very pouffy, it was made of silk and very pretty.

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