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A spine chilling wrath, crawled along the walls as the girl's aggressive voice echoed throughout the building.
'(Your Name)....'
'Have you seen that douchebag?'
The maid looked shocked, a sweat drop forming on her pale face as she recognized the insult that passed out of the female's in front of her's face.
'Can you please not address your highness in such a foul manner?'
A glare was sent towards the maid causing the poor servant to shiver in fear. 'I guess you haven' t then. '
(Your name) continued her search, strolling towards the royal garden, admiring the scarlet roses that bloomed beautifully through the glass windows. She walked past the light green blades of grass that sprouted proudly out of the soil. Hakuba, the King's guard dog, could sense this, his fangs snapping at her very existence as she too hated the dog with much spite. 'But seriously, why was this asshole so hard to find?'
Being at the king's side for more than four years, The guard fully understood that the narcissistic blonde was not the type of man to go anywhere, despite his mirror in the king's quarters. Looking towards the cerulean blue that laid across her (eye colour) eyes, an annoyed look swept across her face as she figured she had to look for this guy, seriously.
' Oh, so your one of the peasant's son's'
The young boy flinched at the name. Peasant, sure he was talking to the king but he still felt the emptiness on the inside due to the differences between the two social status'.
'And? what's a young boy like you doing on my turf?'
'turf' Damn, the rich had it good. They never had to take just to make it theirs. 'We're struggling.' The boy began, his voice in a quiet whisper. 'So, I thought, if I could get something here and sell it... We'll get a definite amount of money!'
'Stealing huh? Not bad.' Cavendish looked at his sword as he soon pressed it to the boy's throat. 'But you got caught.'
'I'm sorry... I'll.. I'll never do it again...'
The blonde looked at the boy, a light sting piercing his heart. It was his community, sooner or later he would have to take care of it.
'People who say that are most likely liars.'
'(Your Name)..'
'Cavendish, I didn't take you for the soft type.'
'Huh? Who did you call a star?'
'Nobody said that'
The young boy sweat dropped at the small squabble between the two. Yes, he was in a predicament faced with the king who had mastered the ways of the sword and his personal bodyguard, (Your name). He backed away, trying not to get caught, sneaking as quietly as he could towards the exit till the girl caught him by the collar.
'And so, what are we doing with this?'
'I haven't finished yet!'
'Well I have.'
