The Death Chanter secretly watches his Princess in her sleep.
The red eyed Demon Hunter is wearing the shadow mask to avoid being seen.
He then leaned on her wall. Examining her room, flowers, and her once again.
"I see she finished her daily routine. The flowers she grew bloomed amazingly. M'lady is wonderful." He thought as he took his camera.
"Mine." He mumbled as he took a pricture of her and then went back to the Lightborn castle.
When did this started? It all started when Silvanna introduced the redhead to the Lightborn members, a month ago.
The red head gave them matthiola incanas for greetings. She told them it was her favorite kind of flower in the whole world. Granger still has the mathiola incana, somewhere in his dark room.
He was caught off guard by Guinevere's doll like features. Her red hair. Her small soft pink lips. Her big emerald eyes.
He knew he had to get her. He knew he had to make her his.
The tea she made was so nostalgic, it made him happy. She made his heart and soul happy.
"I will mark her as mine. Someday." He thought as he hid the cameras.
As he went back, many of his other team mates were worried of him.
Who wouldn't be? The Death Chanter always left at dawn and come back every night. Sometimes, they see him some back with a wide smile on his deadly face as if he had murdered someone.
Though, some of the members brushed it off thinking he killed a demon or whatever, well except for Tigreal, since he is the Father of the Team.
"Granger, we need to talk." Tigreal said sternly.
"What?" The Demon Hunter with a scar on his face replied.
"You see, Son. We are worried about you. You always left at dawn and come back very late. Is something happening? Are you alright? We are your family." Tigreal said concerned of his fellow member.
"I'm always alright. Thanks for worrying." Granger said as he went into his room, hiding the camera.
Now in his room, the infamous Death Chanter locked his door as he switched the lights open.
In his wall, there was numerous pictures of the redhead, smiling, beating his brother, chatting with Odette, brewing teas, and reading novel books.
He never took a picture of her in the shower or naked. He never did stole anything of her belongings, he just took pictures of her doll like features. He still respected her despite everything he had done.
He then developed the daily new picture of the sleeping Guinevere.
"She is so majestic.." he mumbled while he was caressing her image.
"We shall sleep together." She said as he changed his clothes into his pajamas and layed on the bed while Guinevere's picture is beside him.
"I love you." He mumbled onto the picture as he slept.
The next day, Silvanna woke everyone up, including the Death Chanter.
Everyone gathered in the main room. They were surprised to see Ms. Violet there.
"Good morning, everyone. I'm very sorry to disturb your sleep, but my best friend reported me something disturbing that she needs fast help. Someone has been stealing her uh.."
"Under Garments.." Guinevere shyly said.
"WHAT?!" Granger thought. He then swore to kill that foe.
