All of a sudden, the door slammed open. I turned around to see who it was.
"L-L-L-L-L-L-LUCIFER?!?!?!?!?!?!?" I shouted as I stood up. Lucifer looked at me and then looked at his father. "Pops, what's the meaning of this?" Lucifer asked as he began stepping forward towards me. I started backing up in an instant but my nervousness caused me to trip and sit back down on the seat. Lucifer sat a distance away from me where he was facing his father's face directly. What's going on? A war? Between father and son?
"What do you mean by this? I was just simply having tea with my future daughter in law, right?" Jorichio said as he glanced over at me. "Oh, ugh, y-yes" I stammered out. Lucifer glared at me and sighed. "Are you accepting the new wedding date?" Lucifer asked me.
I looked at him. Crap, this is bad. I didn't even think of an answer to that question. I seriously thought his dad was joking. Okay, think. Which is the best choice possible to help me on this mission? Time is a powerful element in this mission so I have to be careful about my answer. Should I speed up the wedding or not? Can I even kill the King in time when I speed it up OR should I sit still and use my time wisely? This is hard.
"You don't have to reply just yet" Jorichio interrupted. I looked at Jorichio. "No, it's fine. I've already decided" I said out. Lucifer and Jorichio looked at me.
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I closed the door of the room and sighed. My god, what's wrong with me? Why am I always regretting the choice after I made it?!?!?! Fuck my life. Oh well, I better start plotting something. After all, I did choose to use the new date.
I picked myself up slowly and walked down the hall. Aaahhh, this sucks.
"Oh, you're Lucifer-sama's fiancee!!" this girl in a pink dress pointed at me. I looked at her. She looked back at me. Isn't she the one from the dinner party the other day? Was Aisaki her name?
"I'm Aisaki Manolia. I'm the second daughter of the Southern Province, Manolia" Aisaki introduced. "I'm Yusa Kakumei. The sixth daughter of the Western Province, Kakumei" I mimicked.
"So, what do you like about Lucifer-sama?" Aisaki asked me. "Heh?" I said as my face turned red. "Com'on. Don't try to hide it" Aisaki insisted. I looked at her and sighed. "I..........d-don't....really..l-l-l-like him" I replied. Aisaki's eyes widened and then softened again.
"Oh, let me rephrase the question then. What do you love about Lucifer-sama?" Aisaki asked again. "Isn't that the same thing?" I questioned. "No. Love and Like are two different emotions. Love is way stronger than Like" Aisaki explained. I didn't know that. I thought they both mean the same thing. I like cake. I love cake. What's the difference between that? But wait, "I love cake" does sound better. Oh well.
"Either way, I have no interest in him" I said out straight forwardly. Aisaki sighed. "Why?" Aisaki asked. "Why, you say. Well, the way I see him is way different than the way you do. I feel like I seen more bad sides of him than good. Speaking of that, Lucifer h-" I got caught off.
"SHUT UP!!!!! DON'T SAY ANYMORE!!" Aisaki shouted at me with anger. I looked at her. "What's wrong?" I asked her.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND DON'T YOU!??! I'VE BEEN THE CLOSEST TO LUCIFER, NOT YOU! WE'VE BEEN FRIENDS EVER SINCE OUR CHILDHOOD!! I REFUSE TO LOSE TO A SHAMELESS WOMAN LIKE YOU WHO JUST CAME IN!!!" Aisaki continued.
Whoa, is she throwing a tantrum? Why? What did I say? She's sure like a sassy little brat now. Not like I care.
Author's Note:
The true side of Aisaki Manolia. Black, all the way. Anyways, she'll become important in this story. Both love problem wise and plot wise. That last part really sounded like One Punch Man when Saitama meets Tatsumaki (Tornado).

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Historical FictionPrincesses are the models of pure, dainty, respectful, bold, basically everything that Yusa Kakumei doesn't have. In fact, she's the total opposite of it. She knows how to fight using a katana, speaks discourteously, and stubborn. Everything came...