A/N: You need to read the first one before reading this.

©redits to CLOCKMANIAK for the pic.


Soundtrack: Daze and Confuse by Ruel



*Wesley Luxe Augusten*


The breeze ruffled the leaves of Italian pinetrees of Mansion de Valeria. Wesley and Samuel were hiding behind the large box hedges with Santolina. A scrimpy area that could surreptitiously see the prosterior proportion of the Wellington's residence. It was Samuel's hush-hush and hole and corner methods on how they had the access to enter the impressive Mansion.

For the contribution of the first task, it was Wesley Luxe brilliant idea of dressing up as roasted sailors landed in Esquiline hill. To complement the impersonation as a pirate, he applied a nice tan to his crystalline skin. Samuel refused to join his idiocy.

He added a blush on his cheeks that complimented a sun-kissed complexion. Pirates are busy in sparring, sword fighting, and running around the deck, it is natural to be flushed by the sun. With the smokey eyes, dried up wavy hair in a tricorn hat, leathered belt and pants, poofy sleeves, untied draw - strings hanging from his collar, pointy black boots, and costly macaw parrot perched on his shoulder. He could trick someone that he is truly a pirate.

" What an angel...yer angel," Wesley slurred, imitating a pirate mode of pronunciation, as he had the full extension of the eyepiece.

Mademoiselle Audrey Aquiliana Heliose Wellington was currently blowing her flute with eye-closed, sitting in a dakota bench of the piano. Looking from afar, he could described that the lady had a lissome body.

" yer angel.." his parrot emulated, squawking.

Samuel in a pirate skull bandana appeared his gutsiness in a perilous thief sort of bearing.

" She have horns for sure," he extended the eyepiece of the brass spyglass.

Satirical as ever. Wesley thought. He was persuaded by the evidences given to him in which told him the leverage is kind and lovely. It was his friend who —seemed cynical at every new person he see. " She's perfection, Sam. Their servants have said it and just a piece of reminder, my friend, don't fall inlove with her. She's kinda lovely. You always fell with lovely young girls," he reminded in the name of a father's spirit.

" As if I would," he derided.

" Keep that to yourself," he grabbed the small papyrus paper from his slack pocket and handed it to Samuel, " Give it to her no matter what way you can think. The guards are just nearby. We can't stay here longer."

Samuel read it with one sweep of the eyes and his face came out sour comprehending the phrase,
" You look like a fresh lily today. This is cheesy old line. Is this the best you can do?"

" At least appreciate my effort. You don't have any choice. As if you would effort to make a...