──★ ˙🍓𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐄! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ̟ !!
❝Did the idea of being a part of a harem sound appealing? No, it didn't. Obviously.
You, a young woman from the real world, transport into a spin-of...
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⇣ 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂？⇡
During the time when the fire had started, the one who "accidentally" ignited the mess was none other than Adella Domus. As though it might have seen that way, she knew that she was not the culprit others are making her out to be.
The fire was clearly created by magic. It must have been. Traces of it remain even at the scene. And she had caught a glimpse of it personally. So of course Adella had witnessed such a thing firsthand.
She clenched her fists. Her knuckles were losing their color, due to the amount of force being applied. No matter how pale it got, Adella did not pay attention. Her heart hammered against her chest, as veins grew every second on her forehead.
Me? Frame me?! The thought rushed through her head many times over. Was it her? That woman? The one who is taking Claude's heart?! Reason had almost left her as she sat back against her hard chair, that was positioned near her station area, where she knitted handkerchiefs, drank tea, and wrote letters of such. Adella heaved out a sigh.
No, why would it be her? She may appear half-witted, but it is only half. Yes, half. And I doubt she can create a clone. She was in that place with those two men. Her teeth grinned against one another, in a staggered motion that made shallow noises emit from her mouth. And so, the question runs wild again as she thinks back on the events that had happened previously. Very few things happened, yet felt dragged on. Short and long at the same time, in simpler terms. Adella reflects on the small conversations, laughs, and mockery towards the hottest gossip of the empire. Compliments to her looks and the wondrous name that her mother has given to her. (Sometimes she thinks back on what you said about her name)
Until it had hit her. The image of a black and white dress had dripped down into her mind. The hair one, that was a sullen, baby blue that was just born. Though she had not seen her eyes, Adella made out her face almost perfectly. It's foggy, but still there.
Getting up, Adella decides to have a personal meeting with the Emperor. Although the odds of him slicing off her head is high, she knows he would reason with her some way or shape or form. The reason why he hasn't done so now is because of that notorious knight, Felix, keeping him sane for this long. And seeing that you are in the surviving condition, is keeping him a little more at ease as well. Adella hurried out of her room, and is face to face with a now startled maid just outside of her door.
Ah, this little one. She thought. Humming, Adella spoke.
"Tell me, is the Emperor at that woman's chambers?" She asked. The maid quickly nodded, thus, jumping once more when she witnessed Adella take off. Her carmine hair swishes and sways along with her shoulders, taking a flowy rhythm of movement.
