When she woke up, the other side of the bed was illuminated by moonlight that spilled in from an open window and across the covers, and a figure that stood over her. She was only six, a small figure with chubby fingers and wild hair. The boy was dressed like a commoner, and the knife in his trembling hands was not worth more than a few pennies. "Yuri...?" the girl mumbled groggily, the name familiar on her lips. As soon as the blade caught her sleepy gaze, she let out a scream.
"Wait, wait, wait — please, Bernadetta — don't —!" The boy was a few years older than her and could hinder her frailer form from thrashing even with the weapon occupying one of his hands. "Shut it, I'm begging you." He hushes her.
Her silver eyes were wide in terror at the situation, and despite being held at blade point, she forced her shaky whimpers to quiet down. Yuri's own breaths came quickly, not with fear, but with crushing indecision. He had befriended her under orders, meant to bring down her house in the name of a noble who promises him payment — but now, no amount of money could make him harm this girl.
Just as he put away his dagger, Bernadetta's father stormed in along with a couple of servants. His face, even half-shadowed by sleep, was furious — a kind of anger Bernadetta knew far too well. "What is the meaning of this? Who is this commoner boy?" the man snarled, voice sharp and poisonous.
"He is... he's... he's my friend!" Bernadetta scrambled to shield the very boy who was just about to betray her. Her father seized her by the arm and yanked her away from the boy with bruising force, not even caring that she tripped and fell onto the wooden floorboards of her bedroom in the process.
"No peasant with a knife is your friend, stupid girl." he growled, his hand hovering as if tempted to strike her for the offense. He instead gestured sharply to the servants, who quickly moved to restrain Yuri. At first, Yuri tensed up, preparing to retaliate, but he was promptly hit and knocked out, crumpling to the floor.
Bernadetta cried out again, scrambling to her feet despite the aching throb in her side, but was immediately frozen in place by a withering glare from her father — the kind that promised punishment later if she dared disobey. "Don't kill him! Father, don't!" she begged, sobbing as her dear friend Yuri was dragged away into the night, never to be seen after that day.
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Author's Note:
If anything isn't accurate, I apologize. I wrote this from my memory of their supports when I watched them a while back.
Word count: 457 words
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