PURA :: ʟᴜᴄᴀs | ɴᴄᴛ [✓]

,THIRTEEN

THIRTEEN

try living here and take a shot everytime a noble organizes a party, you would be wasted in less than five minutes.

another great manifestation, the riches of the blue bloods being fully displayed with materialistic wonders and endless attractions.

i decided to remain in the upper part of the hall, enjoying the view of jungwoo and lucas playing a card game called basset.

i would like to say it's very similar to poker, but the money people could loose here are much more — another reason why this game is off limits, except your ass is unbelievably rich, obviously.

«lets have a round of applause for our two finalists!»

the mc shouted joyfully, while the room was filled with the sound clapping hands and random whistles.

«okay sirs, what will the price be now?»

any kind of noise suddenly ceased: the guests were all curious of hearing the boys' suggestion.

i saw jungwoo smirking at his rival, his gaze soon landing on the upper part of the hall were i and mark were standing — his dark eyes meeting mine.

«irene!
irene will be the price: if you win, nothing will change. but if i win... there will be a fair exchange of brides.

you'll marry hyorin, while i'll marry your dear lover.»

the brown haired boy said while pointing at me.

numerous gasps were heard, followed by whispers and exclamations, a sign that this proposal caught everyone off guard: lucas included.

soon, the nobles attention was all on me.
i was afraid to hear what their thoughts were, their consideration, their beliefs.

i tried to hide behind mark, but seeing how surprised he was, i decided to just submit myself to the public opinion as the critics ate me up alive, with no mercy.

the younger stood up, fisting the green table and glaring at the latter, who just winked at him.

he then sighed in frustration and went back to sit, looking at his sorroundings, but immediately regretting doing so.

stealing a little glance at me, he took a deep breath and focusing back on the older

«you know what? deal.»

lucas affirmed. his choice happily welcomed by the crowd, who cheered loudly for the young king.

the mc, greedy of action and suspance, shared thirteen cards to each player.
he set the timer for fifteen minutes and gave the cue to start the final match.

while assisting at the whole scene, i could feel drops of sweat rolling down my temples as my breath got heavier.

but what was i exactly scared of?

both the options were unfavourable to me, although someone might think that i and lucas were meant to be together.

«don't worry, that uwu king is just bluffing.»

hyorin said laughing at the serious duo at the end of the room, while patting my shoulder.

«an agreement that comes from above us is always an agreement.
our parents will not accept this kind of behavior.
trust me, you're safe.»

the girl continued explaining.

«three minutes to the end!»

the old man shouted, bringing me back to reality.