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Devil's hand

Yandere!DevilCapitano x !FemReader

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My hands trembled from the nervous wreck that I was, but combined with the cold which made my cheeks flush a bright pink. All you can see was a cold girl in a white coat, her hands shivering. No one noticed, but the only people in the carriage was me and Father.

She didn't bother to look at me, knowing it wasn't worth her while to look at me; even though I was one of her children.

Though I didn't mind the dismissive figure in front of me, atleast she wasn't talking about me or anything relating to this.. place we're heading to.

“Why fret now, Y/n..” Father asked without taking a glance, eyes focused on the snowy road ahead. With furrowed brows and a worried expression, I wondered how the hell–I mean, how did father know I was worried, nervous.. thinking about all of this. She couldn't have known, I hadn't spoken a word or made a facial expression.

The only thing apparent was my rosey cheeks and hands grasping against each other, fiddling with one and another. Sure, it could've been noticeable but.. my hands? I did that whenever I was cold.

“How did you-”

“Don't ask questions, It is simply because I am your familiar.. and therefore I should always learn what habits my children have, and you are no different from that.” She stated as she turned her eyes towards my direction, looking at my own that looked at her with confusion but; understanding.

“Ahh.. right.. of course..” I mumbled as I hid my hands under my cloak that kept me warm, the black fluff of the coat scratching lightly at my face, gliding its warmth knowing how cold I was.

My eyes lingered on father a bit longer until I turned my head away, embarrassment getting the best of me.

“Do you know why I picked you?” Father asked after awhile of momentary silence, her hand carrying a concealed bottle – possibly a bitter drink, maybe tea. She drank from it, not carrying if I judged her since we had no guests to impress.

When she pulled her drink away, I could smell something familiar.. and my eyes widened realizing she had passed the drink towards me.

“You.. you drink?” I questioned as my eyes drifted from the bottle and back to her, noticing how she didn't seem phased in the slightest. “Should it matter? I'm only offering this to get you.. relaxed, since your physical body keeps showing signs of how much a nervous wreck you are.” She stated before offering the bottle again but showing it by more force.

“Take it, or I'll offer you to one of my colleagues who’m you won't like..”

“Is that banter I hear, father?” A small smile embraced my face as I took the bottle and took a light sip of it–a harsh scotch that happened to come from mondstadts brew and winery. Don't ask how I knew.

“And is that a child I see drinking alcohol, who taught you such things?” Fathers eyes stared deep into my soul, knowing I had not realized about this small secret that I had.

“You are not a graceful nun, my dear.. yet I will not deter you from the archon you are beloved from, still.. keep it from any familiars you know of. I do not tease as much as this.” I sighed a relief after her words, the hope inside me filling up and washing away the fear that I thought I'd experience.

I nodded my headly lightly and took another sip, having that harsh feeling that was cold–slide down my throat like a slide. My gloved fingers had passed the bottle back to the white haired parental figure, and she too took another drink out of it.

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“This is not something I do often, but I urge to remind you to keep this a secret. I would like to keep it professional and strict when we get to the Palace. You and I have work to do, and don’t take it as a sign to make new friends or get familiarized with these people that work there. I've only brought you with me due to the fact that you study in the work of archons, and though I.. have work containing such.. artifacts, I thought to share some good enlightenment for you.” The female priest mentioned as she dragged her nails across my head, carressing me as I fell to a drunken stooper.

“Father.. why me..” I mumbled as I clenched my fist on the very cloak she wore, my eyes already closed but I was still conscious to hear everything and know my surroundings. It felt as if I was forcing myself to fall asleep.

“Why did you bring me.. and not Lyney and Lynette.. or the others..” I asked once more, opening my eyes and eventually looking up at her, seeing her eyes look down at me.

Expressionless, emotionless, she didn't have that ability to show the needed emotion. She can still understand one's feelings, but can never show her own. No one knew why, not even me, yet it would be nice to see my guardian smile at me for something I've done great.

“Because..” her fingers slowly went down and moved the strands of hair away from my neck, pulling them away until that symbol appeared against my neck, her eyes tracing over the lines of its trajectory.

She glared at that symbol, her hands wanting to clench and destroy the very thing on her childs soul, on a body that wasn't made for anything, yet she couldn't. In her eyes, it was rather a curse than anything else.

“Just rest, my child.” She said before resting her head against the back of her hand, her movements of carressing my hair never faltering. Eventually, with the restless feeling gurgling against my stomach and the drosiness that was bequeathed to me, I slumped against the leg of my familiar, sleeping away whilst the Harbinger was carefully thinking to herself.

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After another few days, we made it to the Palace of where my Father works at from time to time. I was left in a random but comforting guest bedroom of where I will be staying at for the next few weeks, possibly months.

Escorted by my fathers diplomats who'm–seem really suspicious, I was led up to the second floor and towards a room that had double doors, both enlaced with beautiful designs that looked as if they were embroidered to a tea. The door handles; put to a curve with a simplistic look, leaving that the only thing to be simple in the arts of these entrances.

Rushed and closing the door after entering my now quarters, I could simply look at the room in awe. Big drapes of curtains cascading down like a waterfall, the rooms walls painted with many authentic and fantastical flowers that I had never seen before, the bed that was made as a canopy with many blankets ontop to make guests feel more welcome.

A small desk in the corner was planted, hut it was more of the darker side of the room than the lighter side. Even though the chairs back faced the window and with it still being day, that side of the room was left to be lonely without light.

The carpet was soft but not fluffy to walk around on, and with the expenses of everything in this room, it was more than I could afford. Father could probably live a lavish life like this, and she does most of her time, but at home? Probably something downgraded but remotely similar.

In the middle of the room was a table and two couches that looked brand new–something from the neighboring country, Fontaine.

My hand inspected the seat's design and choice of cloth, and to my surprise it was of top tier. The layers, the antique cushioning, the pillows and even the framing for it all. Not many get this due to the design and the costs of it all, but everyone should know that if you have taste and money, then you would know how to use it.

My eyes shifted to the other couch, but my eyes were met with a flowered vase on the small table and a fabric of unknown origins on the table. Intrigued with curiosity, I slowly walked over to it and carefully picked up the note next to the greyish blue vase that was sat next to the fabric. My fingers carefully read the front of it, seeing as it had my name on it, but no known author who had delivered it. I cocked a brow in interest, wondering who had given me such a thing.

My eyes landed back on the vase that was not only filled with glaze Lillie's and other white flowers, it was also accompanied by many sumeru roses.. one of the only flowers that I love absolutely.

I fidgeted with the paper in my hand, wondering if Father had sent this to me as a gift for accompanying her, or maybe something to make me feel more welcomed in this establishment.

My eyes raked over the room once morez hoping it wasn't just someone else. My neck hairs lifted like an alarm ringing in my head, saying that this isn't right. My eyes kept looking around the room and fiddling with the note in my hands. Yet, I couldn't find out what was happening or whatever was here, but I could feel as if there is a presence in this room. Dark and looming, something waiting to grasp it's nasty fingers across my skin.

I shook my head at the thought, realizing I'm working myself up at something that couldn't have been real.

I closed my eyes and attempted to think of something else, thinking of anything to erase that dark thought that nicked at my nerves, nicked at my neck.

The only thing seemingly pleased me was the vase of flowers that were on the table, the very table that was in front of me. And the note too, the note that I held in my hands. I opened my eyes once more and looked down, seeing as I could open the note from the bottom.

I opened it up swiftly and read the components inside of the small card made just for me, which also.. happened to be design in an intricate way.

“Dear Y/n, it has come to my attention that your presence will be one of most importance for the practice you normally use, and in hope of becoming good aqquaintances in the further future, I have brought a gift for you and in hope that you feel more welcomed.

I am not familiar with your choice of clothing and taste for fashion, but I have given you a silk fabric as a nightgown for you to wear and is most comfortable during your times of night here.

One of my men will give you a tour later this evening for most of the places you will be going to, such as the mess hall for example. If you are in need of help, assistance or have questions, you may write back or heed to one of my soldiers.”

To, Y/n.

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My eyes widened at the letter, and my eyes drifted back from the note, to the silk gown that was laid infront of me. Disturbed but rather grateful, I had grabbed the clothing and spread it open for me to see the design of it–but, with great timing and worst possibility, a knock had adrupt me of my moment and time. I had placed the gown down onto the couch and quickly came upto the double door and opened it with a big gap.

My eyes traced the figure that stood in front of me, and immediately realized who it was. I slowly opened the door and allowed them to enter the room, my hair falling to a mess as I bowed down with my hand across my chest.

“Father..”

“Daughter, how are you accustomed to being here?” She asked blatantly, that small but formal greeting she'd give by just saying my name was the only, “Hi, how are you?” I'd get as a question.

“It's alright, I'm slowly getting used to the scenery of this place and everything else.” I stated as I stood back up and looked straight ahead, watching as the priest was looking around the room and inspecting the place with her very own. Her fingers tracing anything that could be touched.

“Y/n.”

My ears perked at the sound of her calling my name, I was almost startled after many moments of her staying silent and I as well, waiting for an answer or something to come up, but it had been several moments until she had spoke.

“Yes, Father?”

“Given the minor details you know… do you know what you're meant to do, what you're meant to be?”

My eyes widened at her question, shocked that she'd asked me this. Though I knew I was brought to do some investigating and do my rituals on an artifact that I hadn't been told about as of yet, I was confused at what I was just asked about. What I was meant to be, what I'm meant to do? Why, how could I know?

I am an unloyal nun for fucks sake, I already drank, I already did numerous of things unloyal to the mans eye, and what else am I meant to do then figure out what I am. I'm a human.. I'm a girl, what else is there to my anatomy?

Am I an adepti that can turn water red now?

“What do you mean by that, Father?” I questioned her, cocking a brow at the unforeseen truth that I'm unaware of, or even if it was a lie.. what the fuck was happening?

“Hmm.. who escorted you here, Y/n? Who gave you this gown, who have you that note.. use your eyes my child, I know that you know.” She asserted herself, now standing in front of me and placing a hand against my cheeks, squishing them firmly and bringing her face up close to mine, letting me reel into the moment and see the fear that comes out.

Mg brows furrowed, my lips now a fishes own pair, and my eyes squinting at my Father, trying to understand what all of this meant. My eyes?

My hands flew up and gripped my father arm in resistance due to the fact that she doesn't stop with limits, she exceeds those limits and from her strength that didn't lack power my face contorted into pain and displeasure. All I wanted to do was yank her off me and–

I closed my eyes for a moment, and once I opened them again–everything.. gone. Boom. Bam.

The Priest, Father, Arlecchino was no longer in front of me, the room now empty except for one of three things that stood out the most. My eyes looked all over the room, seeing as it was an endless cascade of shadows and unadventured dark depths.

The curtains were closed to a shut, my canopy bed now in the dark, no longer in my reach and grasp, everything had been faltered to a filtered shadow of a film, like it wasn't meant to be there.

My hands touched each other to see if I was hallucinating, pinched at each other and even pulled at my hair, but it all seemed to be there, me feeling the pain all over where I picked at.

I was confused, I was cold, I was lost..

Wait.

Cold?

“It's freezing in here..” I said to myself as my hands wrapped around my arms and rubbed myself with them, hoping to provide some heat from the friction. Every breathe I took let out a frost of air in the room, showing just how cold it had gotten.

Out in the corner of my eye, I could see a light, it was faint, but there. My eyes lingered on the object that the light provided, and I was hesitant to even walk over there. My eyes drifted from the couches and table, the window, snd back to the desk that I barely paid attention to.

It was like it needed to show me something, to lure me in and show me what it was.

Was this a lucid dream, perhaps?

A dream where.. I'm not in control?

My hands clenched, gripping tighter against my bare palms with my nails pinching at my skin, ready to sink its teeth in.

Yet, the pain never woke me up, never let me back into reality. It was almost as if I was in a dream, on a stage where only the light directs you. The beaming light that pointed down at me was light, and so was the desk.

Without leaving a dreading thought behind, I carefully decided to walk over there. Even with hesitation, I made it my choice to figure out what was happening.

My legs pulled themselves to waltz right over to the wooden antique table with every thought becoming more unsettling by the minute; yet the more I drew closer the more it felt like it became farther. Distancing itself away from me like I wasn't meant to be here.

I stopped myself for a moment to think about what had just happened, and everything went to a standstill. The room, still frozen to a bare string, and the desk no longer moving away from me.

One step.

Nothing.

Two step.

Nothing.

Four steps.

Something.

My eyes glimmered at the shining light in front, and with a brief and unsettling pause–I dashed towards it. I dashed towards the light that could be my only escape–running like my life depended on it..until finally, I pulled my hand out to touch that slimmer shade of a bright yellow and everything, everything surrounding me–came back to where I was before.

Back to the very same spot, with Father in front of me.

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Devil's hand

Devil!Capitano x FemReader

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To pray for the Lord's hand was something not everyone wanted to do. To pray for a god that couldn't have been there? Many people had theories and lore behind the books, but when it came to reality; it had to be convincing to prove ones authority.

Why else would people follow?

From the deepest of cold eyes to a fiery lit blaze, many others chose not to follow the cold icy path rather than the hot steaming pathway filled to hells extent.

A book about a man's wrongdoings that then were enslaved or promised as the Devil's diplomats. Many others believed in devils or paranormal stuff that had to deal with the horned man's hand, yet others were too careful.

Being good to themselves, they oathed themselves to live high amongst to what others call, 'The Heavens'.

The only place that you can redeem yourself and or be praised for doing your best.

It was as simple as doing a chore, or helping a friend out that earned the points of your redeemable self esteem and matured mentality, which thus led to father and the sisterly nuns to praise you.

After-all, you did everything that abided by the rules of god. The house that was connected to his whole being.

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With an under-toned source of light that was slightly shimmering its way through the grey curtains in the quarters I stayed at, from the way the light shone and was angled, it was morning.

Yet, from the inexcusable amount of sleep I endured and after many activities from the previous nights before, I awoke with tired eyes and a body needing to be stretched.

After the previous nights of countless chores and prayers and the cleaning needed, it needed to happen again as the hand of the lord told me so, The Priest whom I've called father for the past century.

Stretching wouldn't do me any good for the next few days, it was a break I much needed. From solemn nights alone to the sleepless nights I receive, all I could do was but nothing until these Activities asked by father would soon die down.

Activities you may ask, what are they for? Not only am I a nun, a second hand as an apprentice to her lordship, but we weren't that secluded to the citizen life. We resided in a small town. Of course we're far from the towns reach, but not too far to not go ahead and walk there.

In the next upcoming days, would there be a festival that the Church would host yearly.

It was a festival of celebration for the life given and the still standing building that's been on this land for centuries. From the current one to the last of the priests, not only have they kept this tradition up, but added more things to make the days more fun.

Kids from other towns that visited our own festivities made the town quite popular for its yearly tourists. There would be faces you'd recognize as they would always come with that attitude you can recognize, or even the way they acted.

Most of the sisters and I could remember the familiar faces that swarmed in groups and multiple passerbies.

But, having to see those faces that brought me joy would come sooner or later. As of now, I had to prepare myself for another day of cleaning and possible lectures from Father.

I threw off the blankets from my body which was then met with a frosty nip to my bare legs, causing me to hiss in annoyance and the cold shiver that went up my spine.

How cold it was today. Winter seemed to be approaching, and it wouldn't be long till all the leaves would fall and turn into a ray of shimmering golds, browns and reds.

The dying of plants was nature's course, but soon they'll be alive and show off their beautiful vibrance once more if spring were to ever come back.

My eyes faced the window that was still slightly covered by the curtain that hid away its brightful light that faced towards my direction. I opened the curtain slowly so I could allow myself to adjust to the light that I became accustomed to ever since I came to the Church Of Hearth.

My feet found the solid ground that was planted with a smooth texture of wood, a deep oak that had a certain authenticity to it with the room I shared to myself.

Cold at first, I flinched for a moment only to just realize it was just the coldness that seeped from my window.

It was normal to feel this slithering feeling during the platform that held this place of high regard whenever the winter came by. Sometimes, the winter would last for months and months until it started to show the snow dissipating from the sights of many sore eyes.

Morning drowsiness wasn't my best perk, but it was one of the things that made me feel human. But unfortunately to Father, it wasn't suitable for a lady like me.

Though he couldn't care less with what I did, I still had to abide by the rules of the Hearth. From the echoey and deep hallways, I could hear my siblings all running around, laughing and quarreling with one and another.

This would happen every morning, every single day of the year that showed no remorse to the others that resided in their chambers.

With this, Father was displeased most of the time. Always lecturing and giving light punishments to the youngsters, just like she did with me and the older ones.

Though I learned my lessons, it seems that the tradition passes on not by blood, but by the mindset that every young child would have.

Though through the fits of laughter and loud rambunctious yelling, all I could hear coming closer were a set of footsteps coming towards my dorm.

Scrambling out of bed, I was quick to lock the door of the room and get myself appropriately dressed for the day, considering how I had woken up so late. Father hated it when anyone wasn't following their schedule properly, and even so–not dressing yourself to her standards.

If you had a tad bit of a wrinkle, Father would remark a scowl and humiliation towards said person, which made everything tense in the household. The only ones who could keep up with this so-called torment were the ones with that of a stronger mindset.

Though it may seem like it's just an orphanage, It was also a church to pray and pursue the arts of Christianity.

We were an orphanage that held a religious act, so to say the least, it was both our home and our safe place.

My legs that were still nicked by the cold made quick work on getting myself dressed as quick as I could before someone would enter through my room and see my disheveled self.

Hasty but cold numb fingers that caught the fabrics that I wore daily, the soft fabric that would show my status and maturity towards my features. Presentation was everything, especially towards Father.

From what I had grabbed, it was one of the nun outfits that all of us had to wear, but mine was different. Infused with that bright crimson red with the sincerity of white being the more prominent colour, the crimson that hued a dangerous glow was embroidered onto my wimple that was of heavy fabric, light to carry, but enough to not seem so fluffy and flimsy as a hat. As I said, presentation was everything.

Black and red embroidered flowers and feathers were stripped from the chest to the waist down, showing my appearance and appeal to the clothing I wore.

For everything at the cost of getting ready, the last thing I needed to fix was my stupid, fucking, hair.

The main thing that made things very troublesome, something that I hated the most with wearing this hat.

I had gone to quickly fix it, but the apparent loud knocking had caused me to freeze simultaneously. Three, slow, knocks. Those knocks recognizable by the way it was performed.

Then, there came her voice.

"Y/n, may I come in."

From the way it sounded, it wasn't a question to be denied or outright accept. It was a demand, not many would notice this but for the children that grew up with her, most of us would damn right know that we couldn't refuse her.

With a steady breathe and clearer mindset, I slowly walked over to the door that was currently locked, and unlocked it with just a twist of a key. The audible noise it made paused the room to be cold, quiet and ominous.

Then, the loud screeching of the door. The hinges to the door needed a refuel for oil, to keep it from scratching and screeching ominously and terribly for one's ears. Yet, no one seemed phased.

Standing in front of the door was father, Arlecchino, the main house holder of this establishment in this crude and solemn place. She had that same stoic face that others would call, 'a resting bitch face'.

She didn't care what others thought of her as she knew her own presentation mattered more, but for her children? That was the main thing she was worried about, their appearance, their actions, their schedule. Not herself in the slightest.

She was strict with herself though, that's for sure.

With that strict schedule, she herself had revolved herself into her work. Not with the prayers and religious sign holdings, but her work that she forced herself to work in. From multiple papers to personal matters, she was nearly gone for many weeks, if not then months.

But why was she at my door now?

"Father." I greeted with a tone she knew full well, something she didn't particularly mention at first.

With a courtesy of a nod and small bow with hands placed over one another, Father seemed pleased but didn't care for the standard greeting.

"Y/n." She said with that monotone voice she had, but from the way she said it sounded like she had news to tell.

I kept still in the same spot without moving or raising a head, keeping that hold on my body that many times used to cramp up, but now it was imprinted into my brain not to move when Father was present in the room.

"What brought your presence here, Father?" I questioned, questioning her motives and the way she aimlessly walked around my near empty room and sliding her finger on everything to see if everything was clean.

"You barely have anything in your room, Y/n.. what about the mora I had given you for such stuff, isn't that what you guys desire?" She questioned as she still wandered around, inspecting everything with her cold, brutal eyes. Though I knew she didn't care, her question caught me off guard.

"I used it for better necessities instead of using it for my room to have a better display, I would if I had the mindset that mora is everything.." I stated with my head lowered so I wouldn't have to face her, not wanting to offend the guardian who had raised me.

A silent but audible hum came from her, seeing as the way I took things personally didn't make her see anything else from me besides as her apprentice. She carefully walked behind me and slid her long pointed nails towards my nape, slowly sliding up towards where that certain mark was placed against, small but symbolic of meaning.

"Interesting...fine then, at least get some stuff for your chamber to make it more presentable, that is an order.." She said–no, ordered. Demanded it. It wasn't a question that needed to be answered, it was a statement that needed to be followed. I knew I couldn't afford or wanted such accessories in my bedroom but for the sake of what Father wanted, I was forced to do so without another thought.

I nodded my head lightly, enough to show her my compliance towards her which she was pleased with.

Walking towards the door, she was ready to leave but still continued chatting with me–informing me of her business.

"Good, now I have personal matters to attend too, you are to come with me to the north of Snezhnaya–"

"Snezhnaya?! I thought us children weren't allowed–"

Her glare towards me made me back down instantly, causing me to gulp and hide away my hands under my long sleeves. That gleaming eye that was a crimson red that stared into the depths of my soul, all I knew was to never do that again.

Never interrupt father.

"Now, seeing as your hair is still messed up and your noticeable bags under those courageous eyes of yours, you'll have a day off, go see your sisters to reduce that burden against your face and.." She walked over to face me and gave me that stare that every child would be afraid of, but I didn't back down. Instead, all of us knew not to fear over something we can fight against, fight your fears she'd say.

Staring back at her with my own, I didn't fight back or resist, I didn't hesitate to look at her, staring into her soul as if challenging her to a duel. That was one thing all of us never wanted.

"Never interrupt me again... Understood?" She stated with each word sounding like in distaste and disgust towards me. Though, I know she didn't hate me, she wasn't lenient either. Lecturing as she was, she had that authoritative figure that was known in the community but was still kind enough.

"Yes, Father." I said, my head now lowered once more to say my goodbye to her for the day. She looked at me for awhile, eyeing me up and down until she had left the room, the door closing to an audible shut.

After that, I fell onto my knees and clasped one of my palms against the back of my neck, heaving for air like I hadn't had a grasp of it in ages.

Father, not only was she a figure in my life.. but her aura, her power spoke of everything.

Yet, something else escaped her whole demented being. Something sinister, not the one she would usually wear, it was something else. The way she touched my nape, where she slid her pointed red nail across the symbolic birthmark that was there since I had been born.

It looked as if to be a star from what I've been told, a star that once used to be people's gazes, their own irises that shone like true beauty.

Yet, I could not see it.

My fists clenched tightly against one another, feeling whatever emotion that so desperately wanted to slip out and fight against these barricades that drew me in, yet I could not seek them out in my mind. Something was there, but could it just be a delusion?

Nonsense. It had to be there, I just couldn't tell where.

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Lyney and Lynette were practicing their facade for the festival, hoping to mesmerize the children with their little story of little acts and magics that they held onto their hands.

Lynette, being the acrobat as she was, was training herself to practice for the upcoming event.

Lyney, however, was watching his twin sister whilst clapping his hands to honor her role for being the best that she was. That was, until he spotted a certain someone at the corner of his eye!

"Y/n! Over here!" He gleefully said as he waved me over to come sit by him. I accepted and walked right over, even though I thought I looked ridiculous–no one in the family had bothered to say anything, knowing they'd have their heads chopped by Father.

"Lyney, Lynette, what a wonderful occasion we have here settled." I greeted with a small smile on my face.

Lynette stopped her practice for just the moment; wanting to take a break and chat with one of her sisters who sat next to Lyney, her twin brother.

The two twins, now sat next to each other and asking the usual questions from the time I've been here.

"Anything new with Father?" Lynette asked with almost a silent whisper, wanting to be discreet.

Though I admired her not wanting to get in trouble, she and her brother would find themselves in a bit of trouble if Father were to ever see them gossiping to one and another.

"Other than sending me with her with clearly no choice on the matter, nothing else is new." I stated as I picked a grape out of the bowl that Lyney had next to him all this time, and ate the small fruit as I told them everything that happened so far.

"Woke up late, got ready too late, Father noticed, but.. whats getting worse is the stiffening feeling in my neck. I think I might have meningitis-" I stated but was immediately interrupted by my brother, Lyney.

"Oh trust me, you don't have that. Since you're overworking and Father put you on a lot of the chores during this week, it probably made you really tense and sore." Lyney said, trying to encourage me that It wasn't something as terrifying as that.

He waved a hand towards me with that cunning smile he always wore, as if shooing me off and to go back and rest for the day. I furrowed my brows in confusion, hoping to settle with them for the time being but was undoubtedly shoo'ed of by the both of them and was forced to head back towards my quarters.

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