ON HITAUS⚠️!
The last thing her ear heard was a loud but painfully silence beep, as her body died in the hospital bed.
Why...does this happen?
How-why was she still alive?
Her eyes were still shut-afraid to open,
she would think she was in the after...
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{POV‐ Narrator}
The two older men narrowed their eyes strictly at the pitiable maroon haired woman who only smiled at them, sweat dropping.
"Remember, you need to have your self defence accessories at all times, and don't start unnecessary drama. I don't want you to get hurt." Derrin had sternly spitted out, a hint of softness in his voice heard by only Illiana.
"Darling, remember, I am just a magical ting away. Don't hesitate to call me anytime. If you need to fight, be sure to stay safe. In fact, if you want, I can send a trail of assassins to secretly keep you safe, you don't need to blood your hands at such age, and—" The Grand Duke rambled, his tone the complete opposite of Derrin, practically dipping in honey.
"Yes, yes. I definitely understood it after the 12th time you tell me, father, brother." Illiana expressed tiredly.
"...I apologize, sister, we were just worried." Derrin sighed worriedly, his eyebrows furrowing. The Grand Duke nodded agreeing‐ly at his words.
"Thank you for the worry, 'Rin, father, but I will be fine. I really do appreciate the worry very much." Illiana only softly assured while smiling.
"...If you say so, darling." The Grand Duke mumbled, focusing his eyes on Illiana uneasily, before softly raising his hand, and stroking her head.
Derrin only looked away, grumbling under his breath.
Illiana smiled, raising her hands and clapping them in delight, "What do you think about having that rendezvous I've been putting on pause after I come back? A picnic, perhaps?" Illiana couldn't help but imagine a small cute family picnic in the back of her mind, ah how cute it would be!
"I will have the maids arrange a perfect picnic." Derrin commented, his face complete serious...and shadow covered, his thoughts somewhat different from Illiana (A competition).
The Grand Duke once again nodded, his face even more serious than Derrin (A battle field).
The maids nearby couldn't help but feel death knocking at their doors.
And Illiana couldn't help but feel as though she made a mistake.
. . .
"Illiana!" The melodic familiar voice called Illiana, and the said lady couldn't help but feel a weight lessen on herself.
