❝ In a world tainted by decadent rulers, the Princess must step back to her kingdom for a revamp of the rules, claiming her rightful place on the throne ❞
Rules are made to be broken was the only rule Lysandra ever abided by. When that very principl...
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Lysandra smirked. "Oh, nothing," she shrugged nonchalantly. "It's just that he isn't dead so, guess you've been mourning for nothing."
"What?" Eucarpus tested, standing up from his seat. His forehead creased in tension and Lysandra inwardly fist-bumped as she realised she was pushing all the right buttons.
"Don't act so naive, father. I had already told you I knew how chummy that bloody guard was with you, didn't I? Faustus, isn't that his name?"
"Child, you have crossed all limits and I am not prepared to encourage your reckless behaviour. You are a princess and I expect you to behave like one," he seethed.
"This is politics," she shrugged. "There are no limits to cross; only power to grab as we move up the ranks. I'd say I'm doing a good job for someone as inexperienced as me."
Eucarpus swiftly padded ahead, standing two feet away from Lysandra. Before he could come closer, she tutted and took a step back, smiling.
"Keep some distance, please. I can smell the stink of royalty." She snorted at her own silly joke and before she could do something else, her father smirked, almost haughtily.
"You are a child, you've proven it time and again. You would do better if you knew not to be a nosy rebel like you are now. You underestimate us, Lysandra, your own parents." A sneer took over his facade as he looked down towards Lysandra who was confused but not taken aback.
"I simply expect nothing good from you, I don't underestimate you; there is a difference."
"The more secretive you are, the more chances you'll have to keep the power safe within your own hands. If need be, I am capable of sending you to a realm which people can't find or fathom. My magus is pretty dope. That's a term you petty, teenage earthens use, am I right?"
Though Eucarpus had twisted his words, his threat was clear as the day. Lysandra felt a smirk lit up her features. "So you don't deny my accusations but choose to threaten me to secrecy?"
"There is no secret, child. You know what you know."
"I see. Do you know that I know Faustus whats-his-name is your half-brother?" She dropped another bomb, making Eucarpus's composure falter for a second.
"The cat is out of the bag, eh? Who is the nosy bastard who told you this? Or rather, how did you manage to find it all by yourself?" he spoke through gritted teeth.
"Finding things like that out requires, wit, father. You wouldn't understand," she scoffed.
"I see how it is. Yes, Faustus is my half-brother. Too bad my father was attracted to a bloodsucker!"
Lysandra would've almost laughed out loud if it wasn't for the seriousness of the situation. She tsked. "You never think right when you are angry, do you? You are so blinded by it that you've revealed the fact that Faustus is a hybrid yourself. Saved me the effort, really. Way to go!"
