The Bishop of Suspicion

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The dress they wanted you to wear was just awful. It was a shimmering white with a [Color] band around the waist. Apparently your dear bird had chosen that color for some sort of occasion for the ball, But you didn't know why. "Why do I have to wear this again?" you finally asked as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

"Yes. Waka-Sama wants you to wear it. Plus, it seems like a pre we--" The woman froze causing her to stop mid sentence.

"Pre what.." You asked with those eyebrows drawing to furrow. Why was everyone acting so cautious around you.

"Pre WEARING attire. He did say something about taking you back to the room and finishing some of the things he had planned with you after the ball....."

No. That didn't make sense. The two of you were in the room together when Liza came and ruined it. After that.... he had stayed in the room and has yet to come out. Something didn't make sense about that. How would Baby 5 know that you were doing anything like that with him...? "Alright." Was all you said to dismiss the subject. Meanwhile you knew she was officially part of this hidden plot that everyone seemed to know about, but you. Why were they hiding everything from you? You felt as if it wasn't a good thing. What if... By the time all of this was done, the man would simply tell you that you were now apart of some harem he had going on at the side? That.. You were all used up and he didn't want you to be seen as his love any further? The idea pained you... So, you decided that if such a thing was going to happen... You were going to hear it from his mouth right now. Even if he was with that woman in his office. Doing whatever they wanted without anyone else seeing.. "Baby 5... I'll be back."
"Wh-What?! And where do you think you're going!" She called after you as you started to head towards the door.
You didn't dare answer, instead you kept walking without looking back once. "I need you to stay here.. When I come back, you can fix my makeup and hair... But now... I need to talk to the King."
Apparently you chose the right words, because after a blush had taken over her cheeks, baby 5 whispered a faint 'she needs me.' Than nodded her head without another word.
'I will find out what's going on here' you thought with a small pout.

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