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* ੈ✩‧₊˚𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛

"We're here Miss Leocadia," Olivia instructed. After passing many antiques and statues of beasts and angels, with two of a woman with a cloth that slightly covered her body, holding grapes in her hand. The two stood in front of a door belonging to the owner of a bottle that was set up to kill you. At the head of the door, there is a cherub holding a cup of, what you assume to be wine.

It could make anyone scoff at the sight. You did, but stopped when you felt your throat started to ache. As your gut practically told you to run away. But that saying "face your fears" would be in vain if you no one lived up to it. Who's to say no one has?

Then, you grabbed the glass of wine and knocked on the door exactly three times. Suddenly a faint voice calls from the other side. Telling you to come right in.

Leaning close to Olivia's ear, you whisper, "Olivia, you may stay here. I apologize I'm intruding your time of work, but being here right now, makes me feel more at ease." It was the truth. Not a lie. Olivia being there, outside of the door, waiting for you, is the best thing you have right now just in case, Cordelia decides to poison or kill you some other way.

Turning your heel, you open the door leaving Olivia in a daze. 'Mistress [ Name ] is shy!' she thinks, placing the tray to hide her blushing face. She looked just like any fangirl to a couple in a romance novel. Spinning around with her black and white dress twirling along with her.

A blue light from an opened balcony window staged some part of this big room. You blink a few times to register the amount of the moon's light that tries to blind you. Gusts of wind blow past you, sending a shiver down your spine. A woman in a ruffled lilac purple gown leaned across the railing.

Her gown hung loosely off her shoulders, exposing her skin to the sleeping world. Only but a loose robe kept her slightly warm. You doubt it even 'slightly.'

Turning her head, she looked at you. You can't read her. From the very beginning, she's had such a poker face that fooled you too many times. At first, you thought she was some rude person, then, you thought she was nice, now, you're not too sure. She apologized for killing you? Yet getting blood on your hands can counter that. She's full of surprises.

"Is the night treating you well?" she asked. You only smile a tiny bit. "Hmm, I've just had a terrible dream, but I can't say I remember what caused me to feel that way." you replied. "How's the night going for you?" you asked in return. Cordelia only looked back at the outside. "I'm not sure. Nothing?"

"Miss Cordelia," you called. She only hummed. "Do you like me?" you asked. "I don't know that either," she says, slouching a bit more. "I see. Would you care for a drink? I brought some wine," you say. "It's one of the finest ones from the wine rack. Especially for a time like this."

Just like before, Cordelia turns her head half-way to meet your closed-eye smile. Was she trying to read you? "Here I thought I'd be serving you with wine today." A moment of silence flooded the air. This girl was tough to crack.

From looking at Cordelia, to looking at her table, you see two glasses just waiting for you to pour the wine. You gulped and walked over to pour a glass for her and yourself. Settling the wine glass on the table, you take one of the cups and give it to Cordelia. She only stared at it and then looked off into the unknown while taking sips.

"How is it? Delightful?" you ask. "I can't wait to try mine," you laughed. Gosh you made this so damn awkward! Moments of dreading silence had fallen over the two of you. Until she speaks once more.

"[ Name ], you're too cherry and stepping into this palace with a death wish." Leaning closer over the edge, Cordelia looked at you. At night, a look of a beautiful girl stares at you with a look of pity. You clench your first. Preparing for what is to come out of her mouth. 'What will she say? What will she do?' you ask yourself.

'Your glass has been poisoned.' That'd be complete nonsense. Or, maybe she'll push you off this balcony.

"You'll die here, and rot in this luxury we're treated with. So, give up and just do whatever, none of your actions will matter. Your father sent you here to die. Not to live out another life. My family did, and here I already see a grave with my name on it," Cordelia explains. "You'll see yours soon enough. Although, wouldn't it be easier to end it before you suffer from it?"

You slap her across the face. Cordelia dropped her glass as you did as well. One fell to the green grass outside, and another fell to the harsh cold floor. But both had shattered into hundreds of stars.

Your eyes widen at your own actions. You stare at Cordelia . A look of shock unfolds her face as well. 'What did I just do?' You don't know. Was this an act of heroism or arrogance? You don't know, but words river out to Cordelia's ears.

"No." As simple as your words sounded, it was far from that. Your heart and tongue acted on its own. "We won't rot and die here." You continued. "We'll live. I know we will." How funny. From day one and to the next, you've only made a single step up these flights of stairs leading to a heaven from hell.

"I'm willing to smack it to just live longer than I was destined to be. Humans don't live long you know? And pull things that mean the fall of others. All for the sake of living or surviving. Don't you?"

It was clear now that you may never figure out this girl. From the beauty standards of a siren, to the objectives of one too. You clench your fists and leave.

"Good night Cordelia." Closing the door, you leave the lady with a broken glass of wine for her to clean up. Cordelia only looked at your withered presence. How did she look now? Was it full of emotion? Full of wonder? Anger? Resentment? Genocide? Would she want to kill you again? You don't know.

"Let us go now Olivia."

"As you wish Miss Leocadia!" All you can do is hope. Hope and wish upon those hundreds stars and more, that you'll live. Survive this wicked place.

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