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𑁍̤ ❛ HAUNTING ―― LINGERS BEHIND . . .
𝘈 𝘚𝘔𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘖𝘍 𝘚𝘐𝘓𝘒 *
a fanfiction based on a crossover between 'who made me a princess' and 'death is the only ending for the villainess' // tw : just in c...
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▍THE MORNING had dawned cold , with a dreary bunch of clouds cloaking the skies and causing a gloomy grey to fall upon the surroundings . the crispiness in the morning air suggested full well the end of summer ― which usually took it's leave sooner than most in the empire of inca .
the eckart mansion was dimly lit in this weather ― filled with the quiet , subtle hustle of the servants in the background , a faint earthy scent lingering ever so softly in the welcoming hall from the wet earth of the gardens outside .
penelope ― unwilling to engage in the whispered commotion between her father and derrick , her elder brother ― both of whom looked like they'd seen a ghost ― chose to busy herself with the translation of the runic engraving in yet another treasure chest that had been brought in from the neighbouring kingdom .
she preferred keeping it this way , dealing with the snakepit that was the noble circle drained her more than hours spent in the mage tower did .
it was neglectful on her part , as the ducal princess of the eckart household . but then again it wasn't as if she were to be treated as the true princess anyway , after all , she was a mere adopted daughter of the duke .
she hissed to herself , when the pen she was working with suddenly squirted ink all over her already stained gloves once again . turning , penelope was about to ask her maid emily to bring her a napkin , when she heard a voice ,
“ sweetling ? ”
the term of endearment left no space for question who was calling her ―― and there stood the duke , his face distorted into a hesitant frown . penelope , confused , questioned back .
“ is there something that's bothering you , father ? ”
he seemed to struggle with his words , thus he wordlessly gestured penelope to follow him as he lead her towards his office .
the room was west facing , hence mostly dark today . entering , penelope was welcomed with the fresh scent of ink and paper spread throughout the room . by the table , derrick stood stiffly , a sour expression on his face .
the duke walked over to the table , sitting on the sofa across from his work desk , and gestured the two of his children to take a seat . derrick and penelope complied , and from the looks of it , penelope could tell derrick was already aware of the issue father had called them to address .
the three of them waited for a while , until reynold , the second son of the duke strutted within the room late as he always was .
“ gods , you three look like someone died . ” he commented as soon as he entered , hopping over the sofa to take a seat on the armrest of penelope's side of sofa .
