Pursuing The North Star

Chapter 4: Sister's Related

Being in a terrible mood didn't describe how Rosa was feeling currently.

She was beyond pissed off.

What the hell was the point in bringing her and Winifred into that meeting? They can't procreate with another girl! Now her dumbass brothers get the chance to have any wish granted. Dammit! It's not fair! He should of kidnapped a male Paladin too!

Complain. That's what she needs to do right now.

She can't go to Tybalt, that brat doesn't even understand 2+2. Like hell he'll be able to talk her about this. Also she doesn't want him to randomly change to his bad mood on her.

Clovis would just laugh at her. That sadist is probably crackling to himself about how her and Winifred can't participate in this mission. And if she did go to him, they would in doubt get into a fight, break a few things, kill a few people; which wouldn't go well with the Dark King.

Magnus is definitely not an option. That man doesn't say a word, not even when the Dark King addresses him. How the hell is he supposed to court the girl anyway? Can he even speak?

Wallace.

Fuck that guy. He would just sneer at her and walk away. 

Samson isn't even an option either. 

Rosa shivered at the thought of bothering him.

Lastly there's Lancelot. He would maybe listen, well at least pretend to listen, to her rant but then fall asleep.

Well, there's always Winifred.

Rosa went to her sister's quarters and did what she always did. Ran up to the door and kick it furiously with her foot. Causing the chandelier to shake and some dust to fall from the ceiling. 

"Just open the damn door!" her sister shouted from instead.

Rosa grinned at the satisfaction of already bothering her sister. She opened the door and strode in with hands behind her back. Her sister was at her desk busy writing something on a scroll. Rosa leaned over Winifred's shoulder. Through the woman's blond hair she saw on the scroll there was her brother's names and their traits. 

Rosa raised her eyebrow at the list.

"What the hell is this?"

Winifred continued to write while replying to her, "The Dark King demands a child to relive the moments of parenthood. I have made a list of our siblings on who would be the best candidate for making a child for our King."

Rosa felt her eyes roll far to the back of her head. Of course her sister would be doing this. She's pretty sure if Dad asked her to wipe his ass she would be there with gold flaked toilet paper. 

Rosa jumped on the desk to sit on the side and get a better look at the paper. One of her long, black pigtails landed on Winifred's paper. Making the woman glare at the girl for a split second before waving off her hair and continue writing. 

"So," Rosa dragged. "How are you listing them? By the best hubby? Best child maker?" 

"Of course by who would give the Dark King the best child." 

Rosa was actually interested. 

"So, how's it going? Who's doing bad and good?"

"I have ruled out some," Winifred said. She lifted up the paper. "Tybalt is obviously not an option. That boy is broken, the Kind does't need another bi-polar servant in this castle."

Rosa nodded at that thought. As much as she loves making fun of him and seeing him cry, there is a line. And when that line is crossed all hell breaks loose. There doesn't need another child potentially like that.