Atropa Belladonna

~~~二~~~

"Wūyā... Wūyā!" the ravenette screamed as the male ran through the streets with her in his arms, "What are you doing?!"

"What's the matter?" he mused, eyes flicking down to her for a moment as he continued navigating through the streets, "Have you never been held this way by a man?"

"You-" "Alright! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" the noiret interjected as the female raised a fist before he burst into a storehouse.

"Just calm down and we'll wait," he continued while setting her down on a crate before opening one of the chests and pulled out a basket of steamed buns.

"If you want to keep what makes you a man, then I suggest you start talking," the woman threatened as she accepted one of the buns that was handed to her.

"You came to Dulaman with the Crown Prince, right?" the male questioned as he ripped open his bun to let out some of the steam, "He came here for a reason."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" the ravenette muttered upon realizing what he meant before looking back up at her captor, "You're the envoy from Tashya?"

"Then, what was all of that?" she continued with a huff as the male calmly continued his hot breakfast, "Doing something like that when our countries are so tense could warrant for your execution."

"I hope you'll forgive me for this, but I just wanted to see what His Highness was capable of," he explained with a shrug.

"Personally, I can accept that since I would definitely do something similar to see if I wanted to work with someone, but you'd better have a good explanation for the Crown Prince," the woman sighed before picking at some of the bread, "He looked pissed."

"Well, I would hope so after I literally stole his fiancée," the man replied before taking a seat next to her, "It shows that he cares about you."

"I thank you for your concern, Wūyā," the ravenette commented, looking over at the male as she dragged out his name.

"I'll tell you my real name if your prince manages to get to us," he replied before placing a hand on her head, "But 'Wūyā' is a nickname that I do go by, so you can keep calling me by that name."

"I can see where you get it from," the female stated while lightly kicking her legs back and forth, "You definitely act like a crow."

"You mean I'm handsome and clever?" the man questioned as he leaned closer to the woman and nudged her with his elbow.

"No, I meant that you like eating bread and picking up random shit that you find interesting," she quipped as she continued to eat her food.

"Diān Qié," the male whined as he held onto her shoulder and began rocking her back and forth, "You're so mean!"

"Yes, but am I wrong?" the assassin retorted as she pushed his forehead back, "You're supposed to be a diplomatic representative for Tashya, yet the way you carry yourself is like a child."

"And you come from a line of assassins known for taking jobs from anyone and everyone as long as they have the money, but you're acting like a dog of Mogolla," the young man replied, earning a huff.

"I'm acting the way I do, because you're a potential danger to my friend who happens to be the Crown Prince of Mogolla," the female spoke as she began to fiddle with the sleeves of her robes.

Before the male could come up with a reply, the door burst open to reveal a glaring man in white who held his silver-toned blade tightly in his right hand.

"Diān Qié!" he called, chocolate brown irises staying focused on the other male, prompting the woman to let out a sigh as she stood up.

"Your Highness, I advise you to put your Tiānshén away," she started while stepping in front of his target, allowing his cold glare to settle on her, "There is an explanation for this whole situation."