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Plottings
Genectel’s Royal Palace - 02/07/2011
“Sissy, your neck looks broken! Fix your head!” Chandillia whispered to Aughraysiah as they “enjoyed” dinner with their parents and the upper crust of the country’s nobility.
“But Dolores is next to me and I don’t wanna see his stupid face!” Aughraysiah whisper-grunted back through clenched teeth.
“Stop it!”
“No!”
“Stop it!”
“No!”
“Please? It’s my birthday!”
“That doesn’t work on adults you idiot!”
“You’re not an adult. You’re 17!”
“I help run a kingdom when I’m not in class.”
“And yet, you literally can’t seem to keep your head on straight.”
Aughraysiah sat with her mouth hanging open as she glared at her sister, her eyes narrowed to slits. She had no comeback.
“Aughraysiah, dear, are you well?” It was Vance Eroboks. His black eyes showing genuine concern accompanied by a slight frown. Even though his lips were the same shade of green as the rest of his face rather than a darker shade like most people’s would be, Aughraysiah thought they suited him perfectly. The chatter of the people around her faded as she took note of his particularly sharp jawline. It seemed only to increase her expectation when preparing to take in the wonder of his physique.
“Um, Sissy? Vance asked if you were okay,” Chandillia said, effectively breaking Aughraysiah’s increasingly wanton trend of thought. Suddenly, Aughraysiah’s head was perfectly capable of assuming its correct position over her shoulders.
Aughraysiah could feel her lips pulling themselves into a grin as she replied, “If I say no, can you make it better?”
Chandillia face-palmed and muttered, “Oh God, Sissy no!”
“What?” Aughraysiah asked incredulously, refusing to acknowledge how awkward she was making the conversation.
Dolores snickered beside Aughraysiah as Vance covered his own grin behind his napkin. Chandillia couldn’t stop herself from giggling at Aughraysiah’s obliviousness. Aughraysiah changed the subject.
“Vance, can you tutor me in swordsmanship? I was supposed to spar with the buffoon next to me for two weeks as punishment for disrupting class; but my teacher has extended the time since I can’t beat him.” As she spoke, Aughraysiah batted her eyes rapidly and cocked her head at an angle that she’d heard one of the maids say always made men melt.
Nearly spitting out his...
“Sissy, your neck looks broken! Fix your head!” Chandillia whispered to Aughraysiah as they “enjoyed” dinner with their parents and the upper crust of the country’s nobility.
“But Dolores is next to me and I don’t wanna see his stupid face!” Aughraysiah whisper-grunted back through clenched teeth.
“Stop it!”
“No!”
“Stop it!”
“No!”
“Please? It’s my birthday!”
“That doesn’t work on adults you idiot!”
“You’re not an adult. You’re 17!”
“I help run a kingdom when I’m not in class.”
“And yet, you literally can’t seem to keep your head on straight.”
Aughraysiah sat with her mouth hanging open as she glared at her sister, her eyes narrowed to slits. She had no comeback.
“Aughraysiah, dear, are you well?” It was Vance Eroboks. His black eyes showing genuine concern accompanied by a slight frown. Even though his lips were the same shade of green as the rest of his face rather than a darker shade like most people’s would be, Aughraysiah thought they suited him perfectly. The chatter of the people around her faded as she took note of his particularly sharp jawline. It seemed only to increase her expectation when preparing to take in the wonder of his physique.
“Um, Sissy? Vance asked if you were okay,” Chandillia said, effectively breaking Aughraysiah’s increasingly wanton trend of thought. Suddenly, Aughraysiah’s head was perfectly capable of assuming its correct position over her shoulders.
Aughraysiah could feel her lips pulling themselves into a grin as she replied, “If I say no, can you make it better?”
Chandillia face-palmed and muttered, “Oh God, Sissy no!”
“What?” Aughraysiah asked incredulously, refusing to acknowledge how awkward she was making the conversation.
Dolores snickered beside Aughraysiah as Vance covered his own grin behind his napkin. Chandillia couldn’t stop herself from giggling at Aughraysiah’s obliviousness. Aughraysiah changed the subject.
“Vance, can you tutor me in swordsmanship? I was supposed to spar with the buffoon next to me for two weeks as punishment for disrupting class; but my teacher has extended the time since I can’t beat him.” As she spoke, Aughraysiah batted her eyes rapidly and cocked her head at an angle that she’d heard one of the maids say always made men melt.
Nearly spitting out his...
