Sadness and Secrets - A Victubia Fanfiction

Chapter 2

---Minx's POV---

I sit down at my usual spot by the back of the bar; a lonely table for two that only I occupy. I sigh and pull my lavender hood down, so my face is barely showing. I hated being here, let alone being in public at all. I rarely went out, and my kingdom only saw me back when I was a mere child... When my parents were alive. Ever since then I had hid away in the castle somewhere, trying my best to hide from the darkness that surrounds me.

(A/N: Holy crap that was deep...)

I lean back in my chair and sigh, watching the rest have fun. Sir Mark and Sir Yami have a lone table, and they appear to be having a great time in their little bubble. Lord Pewds has offered Lady Marzia a dance, and they were having a moment on the dance floor. Jund, Russ, and Snake were at a large table, drinking away, laughing and having a blast. Lord Ken was talking to Ziegs, writing down notes in his journal every once and a while. And Lord Cry... I haven't seen him in a while. I wonder-

"Here, looks like you need one." An unfamiliar voice breaks my thoughts as a beer appears in front of me.

"What do you want? I'm busy." I snap, unwilling to look at the person.

"O-Oh... Sorry about that." I look up to see a woman. She was a few years younger than me by the looks of it. She had long, dark hair that was tied into a ponytail and perfect, tan skin that complemented her hair. Her eyes - One brown and one... Red? - held mystery, yet beauty in them. She wore the usual bar uniform, though I had never met her before and I had not noticed a "We're hiring" sign. She looked sad, most likely because I had yelled before. She grabbed the beer, about to put it back on the tray... About to leave me alone again.

I quickly put my hand on top of hers, surprising her a bit. "I'm sorry, I was a bit harsh. Why don't you sit down?" I prayed that she would stay.

She looks around, fixing her gaze upon Cry. He quickly nods and starts fixing another beer, and she sits down at the other end of the table. I pull my hood down a bit, making sure she could only see my mouth.

"So, your name?" I ask. I needed to know.

"Krism. You?" I pause. I couldn't just come out and say that I was Queen. I'd probably scare her off.

"My name isn't important, but for the sake of it, you can call me Michelle." She smiles a bit, and I could see a blush starting to form.

I think that was the first time I smiled in a very, very long time.

---Krism's POV---

I stare at her, my cheeks starting to burn. I quickly look away, only to see Cry coming over with another drink.

"'Sup, Kriz? Looks like you made a friend." He hands me a beer and my blush intensifies.

"Don't call me that!" I laugh, pushing him a bit.

"Hey, I was kidding!" He laughs and punches my arm. I stick my tongue out and take a sip of my beer. He suddenly looks over to Michelle. "How ya feeling, friend?"

"Fine, thanks." She answers weakly, staring at her drink.

"If you need anything, let me know. I'll be back at the bar," He looks at me. "You too. Have fun, ladies." He turns and walks back to the bar, starting to clean some glasses.

Suddenly, she speaks up. "Shall we play a game?"

"W-What kind of game...?" I tensed a bit. This never turned out well.

"I'll ask a question, and you answer it. Then you'll ask, and I'll answer. We'll keep going like that from there." I slowly sighed, sort of relieved.

"Okay. You start."

"Hmm... Where did you come from? I haven't seen you around here before."

"I..." Oh no. "I live just outside of Victubia, and I come in every now and again to help out my friend Cry with the bar," I sigh. I used to live in the neighboring village... Until it burnt down. My parents and my sister died in the fire, and all I can remember is being chased by a mob out of town. Next thing I know, I'm running toward the bar, in need of money and shelter. Thank god I have Ryan.

I must have zoned out, because Michelle spoke up. "Krism...? Your turn."

"Oh, right... Sorry. Uh... What do you do for a living?"

"I... Er... I work for the Queen. Me and my co-workers live in the castle and usually take care of the live stock and anything else that have to be done," She paused for a second, deep in thought. "What's with the red eye?"

"I honestly don't know. I was born with it. It'll glow sometimes, mostly when I'm upset about something, but no one knows why I have it or how to cure it," She nods quickly before pulling down her hood. "What's with the hood?" I quickly finish off my beer. Had I been drinking it? I didn't realize. I was too busy listening to her beautiful, British accent.

"What? Do you think I'm going to rob you?" She laughed a bit. It was contagious, and I started laughing too.

"Hey, it's my turn!"

"Okay, okay. I'm just a bit shy, that's all."

"Will you take it off?"

"Who's turn is it?"

"It's mine now."

"Damnit!"

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Chapter 2. I actually liked this chapter. It was fun to write. Some inspiration for this chapter comes from Khanage's Victubia story. It's similiar, but I put my own twist on the original idea. Go check out their story "The Rightful Ruler of Victubia". I highly recommend it. Anyway, next chapter has some interesting stuff (And by that I mean I have no idea what comes next. I didn't think that far ahead).

Thanks for reading so far!

~Butters