𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 | GI Girlfriend Imagines

Handcuffs - Signora

A/N: Part 2 of Bait. Some of you were requesting for one, so I delivered!

P.S: Apologies for the sudden hiatus on all my works. I was busy focusing on school, so I haven't really been updating any new chapters this past month.

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'Right. I forgot this woman was a complete sadist.'

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"Princess Y/N, Lady Signora is refusing to cooperate."

Your quill almost snapped from the mention of her name.

"...And why is that?"

The guard reporting her updates nearly wet himself out of fear from your tone. Sharp, cold, calculating. The words threatening to slit at his neck if he dared phrase his words wrong in front of the princess. It was obvious that the interaction between you and Signora has soured your mood, with the slightest provocation being the spark to your oil.

Carefully, the guard started phrasing his words slowly as to not upset you. The news carrying a burden on his voice as each word became quieter and quieter.

"She...states that she only wants to speak to you, my lady. My apologies..."

At those words, you finally looked up from your paperwork. A brow arching in an irritated manner as you rubbed the temple of your head in pain. "Tell her to wait until the interrogation, guard," you spat out rather rudely. Obviously trying to hide your uneasiness with the topic of Signora. 

"But she can't wait, my lady," the guard's voice trembled, "She's nearly threatened a knight to see you! That woman is mad! Demanding to see your face or else she'd--"

"Guard." 

The man flinched at your now low tone. Seeming to be pissed off the more he spoke of her. "I apologize in advance, but please leave my quarters. I will deal with Lady Signora privately. Thank you."

You dismissed him with the flick of your hand, but the guard just couldn't take the hint. 

"M-My lady! I'm sorry, but it's too dangerous for you to interrogate her by yourself! Allow me to escort you to the dungeons. I will accompany you in case that wretched woman ever lays a hand on you. I will make sure she--"

Grabbing the knife from your thigh strap, you threw it at the door behind him. The blade striking deep into the wood of the door, and sticking just a few mere inches away from the guard's ear. Splinters tickling the back of his neck from the impact.

"Nn--!" the guard froze in place from the perfectly controlled knife throw. The hairs on his neck standing on end as you calmly sat back down in your seat. 

"Guard," you spoke again lowly, twirling another silver knife from your other thigh strap, "You are dismissed."

Without another word, he shakily bowed and scurried off. Leaving you to schedule an early, private interrogation with the fair lady herself. No matter how much you didn't want to.

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