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Ch 1: Misconcepting Death

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Death waits for the rulers of Meraghyl. It's only a matter of time when they will surpass unknowingly through the hands of the so-called prince of Fellsworth; shall he as well be responsible for the deaths of the townsfolk and wanderers who awaits of his grasp. Nevertheless, he who is the spoken demon will be considered innocent to many in this cruel world.

Suspicions are alerted to (Name) (Surname), next heir of Meraghyl. Meraghyl is the only kingdom that supported those with unspecified genders, withholding the responsibility of becoming a ruler of their land.

- Yukina xxxx, Author of Fellsworth

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I, and my fellow maids and servants, provided a separate room for the new guests here at the castle. I haven't given my full trust towards the two, father and son, but it seems that my parents have at this point. In fact, they are supposing in holding up the marriage later within this week. As if I would agree! . . . not like that would benefit me whatsoever. I could've sworn that they'd respected my decisions.

As I stormed over to my bedroom chambers a guard called my name. I hastily looked his way and shot a cold glare that presumably can freeze a hundred soldiers. No way was I in the mood to be chatting, much less stay calm - not now, not ever, unless that retched king and prince of so-called Deathsworth scatter their bloody arses away from this kingdom and never come back. Exile. It's rightfully justified, in my eyes, as the perfect way of executing man without getting your hands dirty.

"What is it that you want?" I hissed, trying with harsh difficulty to act composed and mannerly. I took a moment to look. It was Alfred, one of my guards. Who could've guessed; he wanted to be a hero after all. I find him intriguing, and I seemed to grow comfortable around him. Not to mention, he was someone who can attract many eyes his way without them even knowing who exactly he was.

I felt remorse for lashing out at him, but he seemed indifferent and unaffected with my immediate repercussion. And so I called down.

He let out a lighthearted laugh. "I planned to check up on you. Seeing that there are visitors now, I felt as if you were in the need of guidance."

"That's very generous of you, Alfred. But there's no need to offer such. I can fend for myself. Elizaveta thankfully taught me how to fight when I counter an enemy, after all. My parents are the real problem, however." I replied, seeming to reassure him with a slight laugh. "And what's with the grim look? Come on, smile!"

"Well, I can't cheer up," Alfred confessed, emphasizing his frown that ruined his usually jovial face. "knowing that you will marry someone other than me."

I blushed furiously at his statement and weakly punched him in the arm. "Stop it. You flatter me."

"It's my specialty." Alfred teased as he fake bowed before me. I grinned.

"Would you like me to walk you to your room?" he asked once more, with a smile filled with charisma.

I immediately responded with an ordinary smile, void with any special emotion. "If you don't mind, that is."

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"I wish you a goodnight." Alfred uttered gently. I said likewise to him, and soon he left without another word. Something deep within me felt the closure and safety when he was around. I'll wish he could be the person who'd come when I needed help -- knowing that he really did feel like a hero.

Then there was a sound of an unfamiliar pace of footsteps made way to my ears - catching my attention.

"He seems special to you, no?" A voice perked up. I recognized the voice and simply scowled in mere irritation; brows furrowing, and blood boiling.