Captain or Monarch? (HI3xM!Reader)

Chapter 2: Captain on the Bridge and the Immortal Blades

{User P.O.V}

Although saving the world has always been one of your priorities, you wanted to take a break after all your hard work.

You are in the elevator heading to the bridge where you are in command of the Hyperion and you are the captain of the ship.

You look out the elevator window as you head up and you can see several employees at work.

???: Please state your occupation.

Suddenly a valkyrie calls you.

Turning around to see a very beautiful woman who is voluptuous in appearance and possesses regal beauty.

She has voluminous, wavy blonde hair fading into a coral pink at the bottom which descends past her waist and is rather wild in its own way.

She often wears her hair down, but she occasionally has it in a high ponytail.

Bianka Ataegina, aka Durandal, is Schicksal’s most powerful S-rank Valkyrie.

She is an enigmatic figure and one of very few S-rank Valkyries within Schicksal.

Her squad is known as the Immortal Blades.

You: . . .

You stood there in silence, yet not making a move yet.

She looks at you for a few seconds, her eyes slightly narrowing a bit, before speaking up.

Durandal: Judging from your appearance, you don't look like one of Schicksal's men.

She leans a little closer before suddenly sniffing you?

Durandal:

(Like this~)

Her eyes continued to look up and down, a suspicious expression on her face, before speaking again, a small hint of irritation in her voice.

Durandal: And you don't seem the chatty type either...

Lets out a small scoff as she folded her arms across her chest, a hint of annoyance in her tone.

Durandal: Can you at least say something? Or do you plan on just standing there in silence?

You finally snapped out of trance before speaking in a soft yet cold husky tone. With an odd touch of gentleness.

You: S-Sorry...

Durandal's eyes widen slightly in surprise that you actually spoke, she didn't expect you to say anything.

Durandal: Well, that's a start at least...

She says, uncrossing her arms, and shifting her weight to one leg. 

Durandal: But I still don't know who you are, and more importantly, why you're here.

You: (Y/N) (L/N).