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"I've already given him the job, you can't say anything about it." Sovieshu says.

I take a moment to look at the guy. That's when I realize he's the good looking guard from the rose bushes that night.

Sovieshu spoke up, "Get out of my office."

I look at the corner of the room and see rashta there, staring at me, smirking. She had circles under her eyes, stressed, maybe? But she's the reason I'm stuck with a personal guard who I assumed was there to make sure I don't plan anything or get into too much trouble. I'm no longer interested in his name. I turned around and left.

"Go with her," sovieshu whispered, sighing.

I closed the door behind me and walked away. I heard light footsteps following behind me.

"What is your name?" I sigh, giving into the situation figuring I'd get over later on, anyway.

"Rhys Cain," he gives a haste response.

I wasn't able to see his expressions as the conversation lightens and continues.

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I rolled my eyes, mumbling things.

I walked over to my drawer and picked up my phone, the batteries were dead. I'll just experiment with it, I shrugged at the thought.

I hover my hand above the phone, covering my fingertips with light flows of energy and converting it into electromagnetic fields,

Zzt-

It lightly shook, charging slowly.
I sat down and did things around my desk with a single free hand.

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It was finally fully charged, I brought my phone into the hidden room and threw it in the bag with the swords. I also took the empty bag and shoved it into the almost full bag. I was looking around for something I might've forgotten.

Right! Ian exists. He was still unconscious. I turned him invisible and once I finished I tied the bag shut and left the room with ian and the bag.

As I was closing the secret door, I looked around and there Rhys was, standing, staring.

"You're strange." I say, looking him up and down.

No response. He leaned on the wall with his eyes closed

"...can you leave my room."

"Nope...orders from, HiS mAjEsTy." he muttered.

"You hate your job, don't you?" I shrug

"Not so much now that I know who I'm working for." He blurts.

I shrugged, not hearing his response and turned around.

I periodically peek at him. He was like a programmed robot, what the hell happened to him.

I open my drawer and pulled out a gun that I made within the month before navier's divorce.

It wasn't the best but a gun is a gun.

'Time to test this.'

I spot a bird on its nest at a distant tree.

From where I was standing I calculated it's direction and wind changes every second. Getting a direct head shot from such distance and on such tiny bird wasn't so easy but if my timing was right I'd only need to use one shot. I wouldn't risk someone finding ammo on the floor.

Bang! ! !

The gun works great but I doubt I'll actually have to use it.

Knock knock

"His Majesty has called you to his office, General."

I looked back, holding the gun behind my back. Watching her close the door behind her as Rhys lead infront of her.

So he was general? It hasn't been that long and hes already climbed the ranks.

I walk over to my desk, lifting my dress to take out the dagger, and return them into the drawer.
I inserted the gun where the daggers used to be and left.

โœฐยฐเฟแต—สฐแถคสณแตˆ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’แถฐ--

Just a few rooms away was a girl, rashta. Sobbing with her knees to her chest, clutching her ankles, tears falling to her knees while she's sitting on her bed in a dim-lit room. A few strands of her crusty silver hair flowed with the wind that was coming from the open window.

She lifts her head slowly, her silver eyes glowing almost white from the full moon outside, but also revealing the dark circles under her eyes. She has been going without sleep for a long time now, in fear of having those "disgusting nightmares," as she calls it.

She wipes away her tears and hides under the covers of her bed as she tries not to fall asleep.

แดฎแตƒแถœแต สทแถคแต—สฐ สธ/แถฐ--

I opened the drawer and took the lighter, alcohol, and gloves then I put on the gloves.
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