Chapter 110: (110): Playmate

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Back to the tower~

Bryant was standing near a lantern, he thought about Wilmore, his blushed cheeks were rare, he never saw the prince like this. He saw him dancing with the girl and didn't take his eyes off her.

The guards he wished just arrived ten minutes ago and settled in their positions but he didn't want to go home, when the prince was worried then the threat was close, a wolf like him could not make mistake. His attention rolled on the eunuch who was walking and getting close to him. 

The man in black uniform always had an annoying smirk on his face. His thin hair had become thinner than before. His green eyes were hiding things behind those meaningful sights. He was the princess valet, her eyes, her ears, and her bird.

"What do you want, eunuch Oliver!?"

"I was wondering why you didn't come to meet milady!"

Bryant puffed in the air and steam clouded out. If he could, now, here, he would let his sword enjoy his blood. He hated this bastard even more than Livia.

"The prince asked me to watch the tower! What do you want?"

As he brought the words up about Wilmore the man's face ran murky.

"Princess Livia wants to see you."

Bryant grasped that from the beginning, certainly the Queen was frustrated with traveling and did not accept to see her daughter. He couldn't even see the king, tomorrow would be a noisy day if he could have ever passed this night.

"Show me the way."

He wished he could not reject this, couldn't resist the princess' lust.

Oliver turned back and strode to the princess's dwelling.

Bryant looked back at the chamber that Luna was staying in, he was praying that nothing would have happened until he was away or he could not answer Wilmore.

He followed the eunuch until they reached the princess's residence. He stood behind the door, it appeared the rascal was not allowed to join that conversation.

The corridor was empty, and no one was there. Again, the princess was desiring something erratic. The man took Bryant's weapons.

"These are not allowed, you know the rules."

Bryant nodded, too lazy to reply to what he knew.

He opened the door and went inside the room as the eunuch announced his arrival and Bryant obtained permission.

The lady with long straight black hair was standing in front of a full-length painting. It was Wilmore and herself drawing about ten years ago.

She turned back, her silver eyes showed eagerness. She was in her green lace nightgown. She had put on light make-up and blushed her cheeks.

"My dear Bryant! Your journey was too long."

Bryant knelt on one knee, she approached and gently grabbed his chin, put his head up.

"Rise,"

Bryant fulfilled and stood up, the princess was a tall woman yet the captain was taller.

"Milady, how can I help..."

Before he could speak more those soft lips pressed against his. Why on the earth she had chosen him to hook up?

He closed his eyes and went ahead, offering what Livia craved. It didn't matter how he hated this playmate, because of his prince he would give his life.

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The mist was around, Luna! Wilmore was on her balcony. His clothes were drenched by blood, drops were dribbling down his white paws. 

"Your grace?"

Wilmore turned back, his eyes were as red as blood, but tears were rolling down his cheeks.

"Do you still want to stay here?"

Luna was frightened, her heart was about to stop working. No, she didn't want to stay, she would run away if there was a chance. What did he do?

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"What are you?"

She mumbled.

That stern sad face changed to a bitter smile. 

"You see, a demon!"

Luna approached, ceased in front of him, her eyes froze on those hands. She bent and grabbed his hand, bringing his hand up, she couldn't push her tears back.

He didn't want to be this, he was taught to live like this, to be alone.

"All of us have a demon, you can kill it."

Wilmore rubbed his hand off hers.

"You know nothing."

He punched his hand on the floor of the balcony and ice began to grow, she stumbled back but fell off the ground. The ice was embracing her.

She peered at him, his expression was like the first time she met his face when she slipped and found that grim and soulless figure.

The ice frizzed her feet, she closed her eyes and squeezed them.

"I know your heart." She shouted out the words.

Luna woke up, she was gasping, her dress was glued to her skin as she sweated too much, but her eyes were burning as salty tears had run out during the nightmare.

She leaned back and brushed away the strand of hair that locked her vision.

"What is happening to me?"

She closed her eyes, that face was too fresh like it had displayed in front of her.

Her palm rested on her heart, it was thumping for him, she could not lie to herself, not more than this. Her soul had found a strong connection with the prince of Velator, the man she called a murderer and the murderer that he was.

Someone knocked on the door, "who is that?"

"Milady, your maidens are here."

The young guard who used to tie up his straight black hair answered. She saw them through the seam of the door, coming last night.

"Yes, let them get inside."

Luna hopped out of the bed, the sky was cloudy and she slept too much. She didn't expect that Wilmore would come last night. She was impressed that he didn't touch her and also suggested she return.

The door clicked back and two maidens came inside. The guard was at the doorway, waiting for Luna's confirmation.

Before he could close the door, Luna asked him, "wait, hm, actually, I am hoping to know my guards."

She wasn't sure how to start a conversation with him or others.

"My name is Nemo, milady." He gently smiled and his dark brown eyes glinted.

"Thank you, Nemo!"

She was sure that wasn't his real name anyway, it was proper to call them by the name or whatever nickname they preferred.

He nodded and slammed the door behind him, heaving out a breath. 

"Well, Ladies, how can I help you?"

Luna blurted, wrung her fingers, and stood there, smiling at the maidens who had worn black uniforms with white apron landed on them. Their hairs braided back, had red ribbons, both wearing coats to evade cold.

They exchanged glances, could not believe what they just heard. They were presented here yesterday and were not familiar with the mistress and just learned prior lessons of rituals.

"Milady, we are hired to serve you, The Queen and princess Livia wishing to see you.." One of the maidens expressed.

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