Potter

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

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A figure stood in the back of the theatre. By default, they remained hidden from view. Their gaze remained trained on the figures on the stage. In particular, their gaze focused on a certain blonde draped in purple attire. A smile crept across their face. The wonderful music would soon grace the disgraceful ears of the participants. How dare they sit here, as if they could truly enjoy the performance? Nobody could… Nobody could enjoy the music like they could. Disgust washed across them, and then slowly faded. Not here, not now… Composure, that was what they needed. With a sigh, the figure relaxed and continued watching with a malevolent grin.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Kira & Nahir

FLASHBACK!

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Thankfully, her body felt back to its usual state. No tremor in her hands nor a heavy weight on her legs and back. So they had all agreed to spend the morning by the shore, a blend of playful and leisurely activities planned. While Suhasani and Minha were eager to take a dip in the waters, Nahir and Ece had other priorities. They intended to relax, keeping their skin sun-kissed and radiant. After all, they wouldn’t want to start resembling the pale Varian nobility, especially those from up north.

Their setup was impeccable—lounging chairs laid out, soft towels draped over them, a large parasol casting cool shade, and a personal mini-bar standing ready. Ece, ever the enthusiast, made a beeline for the bar, expertly mixing drinks: arak, vodka, lime juice, ginger syrup, and ginger ale over ice. Minha and Suhasani accepted their beverages with eager smiles, almost running toward the water, while Nahir reclined luxuriously in her chair.

Nahir's lips pressed together in a tiny smile as her friends squealed at the cold touch of the sea. Their hesitation gave way to giggles as, slowly but surely, they waded deeper, their laughter mingling with the crashing of waves as they sipped their drinks in delight.

Nahir’s eyes subtly drifted across the beach, catching a glimpse of a familiar figure. “Ece, will you prepare another drink, please?” Nahir asked, her voice calm yet soft, and Ece obliged without protest or inquiry.

She recognized Kira Lockhart, laying not far from their setup. Her golden eyes lingered for a moment, tracing the graceful lines of Kira’s legs up to her face. The sight was eye-catching, but Nahir kept her expression carefully neutral, only the faintest hint of intrigue flickering in her gaze.

Ece handed her the drink, and with a gracious nod, Nahir stood, her sheer muslin robe shimmering in the sunlight. The fabric moved fluidly with her steps, and though it revealed just a touch of her golden-kissed skin, it remained modest enough to leave the imagination wondering. Every movement was deliberate, measured, as though she were fully aware of the balance she had to strike between allure and propriety. They were in the public after all.

"Kira Lockhart, was it?" Nahir’s voice was smooth as silk, carrying a subtle edge of playfulness. She stood above the woman, one hip slightly cocked, her posture relaxed but deliberate. A small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she looked down, golden eyes gleaming with curiosity. "May I join you?" she asked, though it was more a formality than a question. "You ran off before we could finish our conversation last time."

Kira sprawled out on a beach chair with an umbrella over her. Dosed in shadow, her hat was wide and blocking any sunlight, and sunglasses hung loosely on her face. There was a towel beside her and a picnic basket. A book laid beside her, the pages open, but her focus was not there. In front of her, the waves crashed and lurched forward, tempting the laughing kids to come play. Above her the sun shined brightly; almost too brightly. She glanced up at the sun as if to curse it for being so prominent. With a sigh, she turned back to her book. It was not often she had time to herself; she wasn’t sure why, but she wasn’t complaining.

She glanced down at her book, ready to immerse herself into someone else’s drama, when a voice interrupted. At first, she couldn’t believe it. Was this the Shashzadi Nahir? Kira glanced up and lowered her sunglasses with both intrigue, shock and amusement. “Shehzadi Nahir, what an honor,” she replied smoothly and moved to sit on the towel so Nahir could enjoy the chair. As she moved, her coverup slid down slightly and revealed more than she had possibly intended.

“You certainly may, Shehzadi. She paused, then grinned as her response became more playful. “Ah, but the delightful cheese restaurant beckoned me. Tisn’t often we dine on the royal’s dollar.” She retorted with a grin and settled onto the towel. She crossed her legs and glanced over at the obvious setup meant for Nahir then back at her. Kira’s topaz eyes met her golden ones and amusement sparkled inside them. “My setup doesn’t match yours, but I do hope you will find it comfortable.”

Nahir’s lip twitched into a smirk as she settled into the chair without complaint, extending the extra drink toward Kira, her golden gaze fixed on her subtle interest. Once the other woman took the drink, her smirk turned into a more genuine smile. “Even cheese would be appetizing coming from a royal’s purse,” she murmured, a hint of teasing in her voice.

Kira smirked and nodded in agreement. “That I cannot deny; the cheese is delicious here.”

Taking a sip, she let the taste linger before slowly licking her lips, her golden eyes still locked on Kira’s. She leaned back, one arm draped casually over the chair, her muslin robe lazily slipping off her shoulder, revealing a sliver of sun-kissed skin beneath.

"Still," she added, her tone teasing and amusing, "I’d like to think my company could rival even the finest of cheese. Perhaps you’ll agree by the time we finish this drink."

Kira watched the woman lounging in her chair with amusement and curiosity. She leaned back on her towel and turned her full attention to the woman beside her. The way the sun reflected off her sun-kissed skin… She looked away for a moment, not betraying her inner thoughts. She took a sip of her drink and savoured the flavor with a satisfied sigh.

“Oh, Shehzadi Nahir, I would bet on it.” She replied with a hint of a purr. She glanced over at the other beachgoers who immediately turned away once she indicated she was going to look over. “And I think you might have a beach of admirers begging for the same opportunity,” Her voice became playful now. “I hope my company will rival theirs as well.”

Nahir’s smirk deepened as she raised her glass in silent toast, golden eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. “Admirers are fleeting, Kira. They see gold and mistake it for treasure,” she said, sweet and smooth, just like butter, as Kira had sounded in their first meeting. “True value, however, must be earned.”

She leaned forward slightly, her robe slipping just enough to draw attention to the curve of her collarbone, enjoying how the other woman looked at her. “So,” she added, her tone teasing with an edge, “how confident are you that your company could outshine theirs?” Part of her wanted to giggle, but giggling was for girls and not women lounging on the beach with a beauty next to her, daring her to a challenge from which both would not be able to back down.

Kira grinned when she noticed the amusement in Nahir’s eyes. She didn’t show she noticed, but the amusement glistened over her expression. “Truer words have never been spoken,” she agreed in the same tone as earlier and Nahir’s.

Kira couldn’t help but notice Shehzadi's movements, but pretended not to notice. Kira allowed her eyes to move over the woman’s bronze skin. All the Alidasht were beautiful, but this one in particular held an edge. Kira smirked and leaned back in her towel just enough for her coverup to slip down towards her chest to reveal a dark swimsuit.

Kira couldn’t help but notice Shehzadi's movements, but pretended not to notice. Kira allowed her eyes to move over the woman’s bronze skin. All the Alidasht were beautiful, but this one in particular held an edge. Kira smirked and leaned back in her towel just enough for her coverup to slip down towards her chest to reveal a dark swimsuit.

“Oh, Shehzadi, I am very confident,” She paused, composed herself, and replied. “I’m irresistible,” She winked at her and sipped her drink to stop her from laughing.

“Confident and irresistible, are you?” Nahir’s smirk settled into something softer. She stared at the woman for a second, watching her lips as she drank. She had to press the tips of her fingers against her lips to stop the thought of another giggle.

Nahir reveled in the attention. The boldness of Kira’s words, the way her gaze occasionally flickered downward, only to snap back up. This was fun. A game she fully enjoyed. And yet, despite the attention, the faintest twinge of something dark and familiar churned deep within her—a quiet reminder of something she dared not name.

“I’d be most disappointed if your company ever proved… underwhelming.” Nahir’s voice dipped into a soft hum as she set her empty glass aside. She stood, the sheer fabric of her robe shifting around her like a whisper in the breeze, and placed a hand on her hip.

“Tell me, Kira,” she said, her smirk returning to her features, “are you content to hide here in the shade all day, or will you join me in the water? I am curious to see if that confidence of yours extends beyond words.”

Kira watched as the woman struggled not to giggle. Truth be told, she was struggling too. It would be unladylike or mature of her, so she resisted the temptation. Years of training under the Iron Wolves assisted her in the process. She enjoyed the game they played, and would be sorry to see it end eventually.

When the Shazadi stood up, Kira’s chest tightened briefly, and her breathing temporarily hitched. Beautiful as the suns of Alidasht, this woman. She was silent for the briefest moment–she dared not let her feelings or thoughts betray her. Then a grin spread across her face and she stood up. Kira removed the coverup slowly with a smirk. Her necklace made a soft thud against her chest when she removed the layer. ”I am content in the shade or the sun, Shehzadi.” She stepped out and gestured to the ocean. ”Shall I escort you, Shehzadi?” Kira held out an arm to her, a playful invitation.

The deliberate removal of the coverup, the confident posture—everything about Kira was bold, and Nahir couldn’t help but admire the audacity of the woman. “You are full of surprises, aren’t you?” She teased, tilting her head slightly. Her smile deepened as her eyes flicked to Kira’s arm, then back to her face.

“I see this gallant effort isn’t something you offer to just anyone. How flattering.” Nahir accepted the held out arm, her fingers brushing past Kira’s warm skin as she settled her hand there.

Kira smirked at her and proudly led her to the ocean water. People moved away once they saw them approaching, which caused her to almost choke on laughter.

The Sorian summer sun cast its golden light across the shoreline as Nahir and Kira waded into the waters. Waves lapped gently at the legs, and their laughter mingled with the distant calls of seabirds. Nahir, ever poised, seemed to move with the rhythm of the sea itself, her movements graceful and deliberate. Kira, in contrast, exuded bolder energy, splashing playfully at the Shehzadi in a way that coaxed a rare laugh from her. Kira’s laughter was contagious as well. There was a strain to her movement and voice, but she didn’t let it show.

After some time in the water, Nahir gestured for them to return to her setup. Her ladies-in-waiting were already there, perched elegantly beneath the shade of the parasol. Minha and Suhasani greeted Kira with warm smiles, their light banter suggesting they had already decided they liked her. Ece, on the other hand, remained more reserved, her eyes assessing Kira with a cool edge. Still, she was nothing short of polite, offering the guest a drink.

The group enjoyed tea together, their conversation flowing as smoothly as the spiced-infused brew in their cups. Nahir steered the dialogue with her usual charm, easily navigating between lighthearted topics and subtle teasings directed at Kira. The camaraderie, thought brief, was palpable. When it came time to part ways, Nahir stood gracefully, her golden gaze lingering on Kira for just a moment longer than necessary. With a soft smile, she bid her farewell. “Until next time, Kira,” she said, the words carrying the weight of a promise.

”Until next time, Shehzadi.” Kira purred back with a grin. The gaze upon her caused a tingling in her spine she wasn’t used to. She held the gaze for a moment as well and then waved goodbye.

She returned to her beach setup and lounged back in her chair. Kira ignored the people staring at her and gazed into the ocean. She clutched her necklace and stared into the ocean. Her heart was hammering and a rare, genuine grin spread across her face.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

FLASHBACK TO 25TH EVENING
Olivia, Charlotte & Cassius
Part 2

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Charlotte pressed herself against the interior wall of the warehouse, her gaze sliding to the other two. As the sounds of voices and heavy footsteps found their ears, she put a finger to her lips to signal them to remain quiet.

Olivia remained quiet. The overwhelming urge to cough was making it difficult. Liv recalled Lottie’s advice on breathing and shut her eyes.

“By the gods, what happened here? How did this fire start?” one guard grumbled, wiping his brow in frustration. “Looks like it’s been burning for a while. Where are the warehouse workers? They must’ve noticed something.”

Another guard, slightly older, shook his head as he surveyed the damage. “Someone lit this. Too many signs. It didn’t spread naturally. Someone’s behind this.”

It became clear that they were spreading out, questioning any workers they could find.

“Where were you when this started?” the guard barked. “Who’s in charge here?”

A worker spoke up. “We were unloading crates, sirs… We didn’t see anything unusual until the smoke started pouring out. By the time we came to address it, the whole thing was up in a blaze..”

“Help clear the area. The rest of you, stay put. I’m heading over to the city watch to get more men on this.” As the guard departed, the unmistakable sound of a large bell ringing echoed from a nearby tower, signaling the arrival of the fire brigade.

“Fire brigade’s on the way,” called a member of the fire brigade as he arrived, drenched in sweat. His voice was urgent. “But we need to act fast. If we’re going to contain this, we’ll need more than just a few men. Water’s being brought in, but we need to get a line set up before it spreads too far...”

“We should relocate through the other side before others arrive.” Charlotte whispered finally.

Cassius adjusted his position beside the women, his eyes scanning the warehouse for exits and threats. He leaned in closer to Charlotte, his voice low and deliberate.

“You’re right, but don’t move too hastily. The last thing we need is to run into more trouble on the other side.”

Olivia could hear the guards outside, but their words remained unintelligible. The warehouse spun around her while her limbs grew cold. It was as if she had taken an ice bath. She leaned into both Cassius and Charlotte to remain standing, and glanced up at them both for help. She pointed to her chest and then to her face which was turning blue from her withholding her breath.

She pointed to an exit ahead and dared not speak in case she coughed and alerted the guards outside. She slowly spelled out “lake” with her hands, slow and deliberate, unable to move fast. Exhaustion washed over her. Olivia knew it would be difficult for Lottie to bear her weight. Reluctantly, and with a mixture of growing disappointment and relief, turned to glance at Cassius and motioned to his arms, then back to her chest and growing-blue face.

Maybe it was fate that he was her and perhaps he wasn’t as bad as he seemed. Nobody could help how their parents turned out. Time would tell…..

After the group decided to move, they carefully navigated through the area, avoiding the heightened activity around the fire and the guards and moving northeast. Cassius carried her as they walked. They stuck to the shadows, using the cover of nearby buildings and the growing distance from the scene to avoid drawing attention. As they eventually neared the lake, the sounds of the chaos behind them faded, and they were able to slow their pace, eventually reaching the edge of the water where they could momentarily rest and gather themselves.

Olivia remained half conscious throughout the entire ordeal. She curled up into a ball on the ground once Lottie helped set her down. ”C-c-c-cold.” She whispered and faced them both, unwilling to elaborate further. Around them, owls hooted, crickets chirped melodically, and nighttime animals scurried about. The lake was smooth without any ripples and the moonlight shone on it, cascading its light across the lake; fortunately, not near them, thus shielding them from any passerby. She shut her eyes briefly to listen to the soft wind and the animals around them.

“Wasn’t that an adventure?” Charlotte commented. She assisted Olivia in sitting down beside her and rubbed her arms comfortingly, trying to bring some warmth back to her friend, her gaze soft with concern.

“Adventure?” he repeated, his voice laced with dry amusement as he glanced at Charlotte. A faint grin tugged at his lips. “You really have a way of finding the silver lining in everything, don’t you? Not sure if I should be impressed by your optimism or simply just concerned…Let’s call it both.” He stated with a playful wink accompanying the satirical nature of his tone.

A giggle bubbled up from Lottie and she gave him a playful eye roll as she replied, “Well, someone has to keep things optimistic!”

Familiarity. These two were becoming friends? She said nothing and managed a soft chuckle at his words. This caused her to cough and turn away as the violent hacks shook her body. Finally, they ended and she sighed heavily.

Cassius lowered himself into a crouch beside Olivia, his expression took on some concern as he noticed her trembling. Without hesitation, he slipped off his worn leather tunic and draped it over her shoulders, though for the moment his words were still directed at Lottie.

“But it was only an adventure because you found dear Liv here so quickly. Otherwise, this little adventure could have been a disaster instead.” He then turned his attention fully to Oliva. “You doin’ okay, kid?” He asked with a smile. “Or would hissing at me some more help you feel better?”

Olivia grabbed onto the worn leather tunic and gazed up at him. He wasn’t threatening, was concerned, and aiding them both. If he were the devil, wouldn’t he turn them in or get the guards attention? Could it be a ploy..? Her mind couldn’t focus on the topic, so for now, she accepted the help.

She nodded in agreement. There would not have been any hope she’d have hid from the guards or had the strength. Guilt washed over her. Charlotte did seem to care about her and by extension, so did he. It was an odd feeling, being cared for by two nobles, not being spat upon or treated badly by her peasant appearance. It was almost uncomfortable.

His last comment caused her to erupt in soft giggles. A genuine, rare grin spread across her face. ”Getting… Getting there.” She sat up once the warmth began to return and gazed at him. ”Maybe,” she jested, a bit of derision etching into her voice.

”Thank you…” Was she judging him too soon? She coughed into her sleeve and looked back up. ”I…uh, am sorry for hissing at you.. I.. I..” She broke off and gazed at Lottie. “Thank you for coming, too. I’m sorry you got up in the middle of the night for me.”

“No need to apologize, Olivia,” Charlotte replied gently, “I simply wish you would explain the reasoning behind your actions when you’re able and perhaps share the story of what happened back there with us.” She glanced briefly at Cassius, her expression softening. She added, “And I suppose I should also thank our dear friend here for his timely intervention.” She gave Cassius a small nod before returning her attention to Olivia.

Liv bit her lip. How much should she say while Cassius was here? He did help save them.

Cassius raised a brow at Charlotte’s gentle response, a crooked grin spreading across his face. “Speak for yourself, Lottie. You weren’t the one who got hissed at like some alley cat.” He leaned back on his hands, the grin deepening as he glanced at Olivia. “Though, I’ll admit, you’ve got a good hiss. Solid eight out of ten in my book.”

Olivia couldn’t contain her laughter; it bubbled out hoarsely. ”Dear me, I’ll have to work harder to achieve a 10/10.” Her voice came out dry and hoarse, but the sarcasm clung to it like a wet coat.

The sarcasm dripping from his tone softened, and he gave Olivia a small shrug. “But hey, apology accepted…Lottie’s right though, I too would like to know what kind of situation I just ran head first into.”

”Well…” Olivia trailed off and glanced at Lottie, then returned her ghazi to both of them. ”I wanted to check out the warehouse. I wanted to see what I could find by myself. It had a lot of crates and boxes in there. I was fine ‘till some brunette punkass bitch showed up and set fire to it. He knew my name, too.” At the mention of the brown haired asshole, Liv’s eyes flared with a mixture of fury and fear.

A look of confusion, then shock, then investment crossed Cas’s face as she spoke.

Olivia paused, and then continued. ”Well, whatever they used it for, it’s gone now.” Her expression and eyes relaxed more, and she slowly sat up against a tree to face both of them. ”I don’t think most people would have achieved escaping it.” She glanced at Lottie, silently asking her, How much can I say or not say?

Lottie’s brow furrowed as her words lingered in her mind. The name, or rather the description, tugged at something in the back of her thoughts, reminding her of a certain encounter at the masquerade. The way Olivia had looked when she’d spoken of fear, of someone she’d seemingly known too well.

“A…brunette… punkass… bitch?” Lottie repeated softly, her tone touched with curiosity as her mind briefly wandered back to that night. She shook her head, releasing a soft sigh as she pushed the thought away. Her shoulders, which had tightened with concern, finally relented.

“Olivia,” she began softly, “I must ask, please, not to venture off alone like that again. I cannot bear the thought of anything happening to you.”
Lottie lowered herself to sit beside Olivia, her hand gently resting on her shoulder, as if to reassure her without words. Her gaze wandered out toward the lake, where the moonlight shimmered upon the rippling water like the stars above them.

Stunned. That’s how Olivia stared at Charlotte. Her head tilted to one side and her eyebrows rose. This… This noble was going to miss her? After everything she had put her through…? There was a moment of silence while Liv contemplated the thought. That was… She blinked, and then set her hand over Lottie’s that was placed on her shoulder. A rush of warmth, unrelated to the cool night and Cassius’ jacket over here, filled her. A smile crept over her lips, and she nodded in response to her words.

As the soothing sound of the waterfall filled the pause, she smiled softly. “Look at how exquisite this place is under the moonlight,” she murmured wistfully, “This has always been my idea of magic...”

”Y...Yeah, it’s beautiful,” she agreed. Liv pulled her into a firm hug, despite her weak muscles, and patted her back. It was her way of saying what she couldn’t formulate into words. Liv then let go and turned to Cassius.

“It was beautiful this morning too, wasn’t it, Lottie?” His voice was smooth and debonair, his smile light as his stormy eyes flitted briefly to her before returning to Olivia. Try as he might, his curiosity wouldn’t let him leave it alone.

“Now, don’t get me wrong…” he began, a wry grin curling his lips. “I’m quite partial to a bit of breaking and entering myself now and again. Keeps things interesting. But I have to admit, I’m a little… confused.” He tilted his head slightly, his finger tapping thoughtfully at his lip as if he were piecing together a grand puzzle.

“So, let me get this straight: you snuck into a warehouse because you were curious about the crates. But why, exactly?” He let the question hang for a moment before leaning forward just slightly, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “And then, as if that wasn’t thrilling enough, some sexy punk-ass bitch decided to torch the place…with you still inside?”

”I snuck into the warehouse because I was curious what was so special about it,” she corrected Cassius. Olivia took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She grimaced at his description. “Yes, he torched the place with me inside. He’s so nice isn’t he? Perfect way to make friends,”

Cassius let out a soft chuckle, nodding as if he were pretending to make sense of it all. His grin widened, his tone dancing between teasing and impressed. “And here I was thinking Sorian was going to be boring.”

She giggled and shook her head. ”No, I don’t think it’ll be boring for a long time.”

Charlotte had been quiet throughout the exchange, her gaze elsewhere, her cheeks faintly flushed. She hadn't yet shared with Olivia that she and Cassius had been here this morning, and for some reason, that felt like a secret, one she wasn’t sure if she should reveal. Her heart fluttered as she tried to piece together why that was. Nonetheless, she recognized if she remained quiet too long, she’d draw attention, so she pulled her gaze back to Olivia.

“You seemed rather surprised by my words just now,” she said gently and curiously, “May I ask why, if you don’t mind sharing?”

As the conversation shifted, Cassius simply observed the dialogue between the two girls for the moment.

Olivia briefly realized they had been here together earlier this morning. Nonetheless, now wasn’t the time to discuss it. She blinked at Lottie and was quiet for a few minutes. What did she divulge? She’d have to be careful. ”I’m… I’m used to doing… Doing shit by… By myself.” Her confession came out quiet and solemn, her voice serious and unwavering.

She focused on the lake and swallowed. Her truer thoughts spilled from her mouth before she could stop them, despite Cassius’ presence. It seemed that people knew who she was; if the Black Rose mafia knew who she was, did it matter? That arsonist, the masked man at the ball, it seemed like it was likely even Calbert knew. It was frustrating. She’d gone through this painful transformation for almost nothing.

”Nobody’s helping a street rat. Why bother helping them when they can just die on the street and not be a nuisance? Begging for food and eating from the trash.” She glanced at her intently for a moment. ”No nobles are going to risk their reputation to help a street rat stealing and eating from trash cans. Crown won’t give a damn, so you go at it alone. Anyone trying to make a name or life for themself isn’t goin’ to help. Besides, nobody would miss a street rat but they’d miss the important people.”

“...Oh, Olivia...” Charlotte began tenderly.

She clutched the fabric of her dress in her lap as she bawled her fists, her gaze falling downward for the moment. There was a long silence before she spoke up again. “I must confess, it grieves me to hear you speak of yourself in such a way…. “ ] Her voice wavered with emotion as her eyes filled with unshed tears. Charlotte couldn’t help herself and she suddenly took Olivia’s hands with fervor, meeting her eyes with intensity. “You are not a street rat, and you are certainly not someone to be discarded or overlooked. No matter what you’ve faced, you are precious and deserving of so much more..”

Olivia stared at Charlotte while her reaction unfolded. The tone itself caused her to blink. Was she emotional? Did she actually stir Charlie’s heart with these words? The sudden hand grab caused her to stare with shock. Her words struck a chord inside Olivia, and she resisted the urge to show her tears.

Her voice softened further, “Even if you were a street rat, as you so cruelly call yourself, you would still be a human being—one who deserves love, kindness, and the chance to live a life filled with joy, just as much as anyone else in this world.”

Charlotte’s eyes glistened as she then continued,“I cannot deny that life is difficult for those less privileged, but you, my dear, have a heart and strength far beyond what many would understand. No, the nobility may not always act as they should, but that does not mean you are without worth. There will always be someone—someone like me—who sees you, who understands, and who will never, ever turn away..”

Her voice softened into a whisper, more intimate now, as she gently cupped Olivia’s face with her hand. “And, if I may say so, I consider you a dear friend now. And friends are never, ever alone. You are, and always will be, invaluable to me. I have already risked my reputation for you, and I would do it a thousand times again, without a second thought.” Charlotte’s shoulders slumped slightly, a playful smile now tugging at her lips as she added, “...Though I suppose I don’t have much of one to risk, anyhow.”

Try as she might, Olivia did not resist the urge. The tears streamed down her face. Charlie’s hands became stained with her tears and Liv angrily brushed them away. Her words warmed Olivia’s heart and she gently pulled her into a firm hug. She rested her head against her shoulder and heard the smile in her voice. It took Olivia a moment to collect herself enough to speak. Stunned didn’t explain how she felt.

”I.. I don’t know.. I don’t know what to say,” Liv whispered. She didn’t trust her voice to speak up louder. ”Thank you so effin much, I really fuckin’ appreciate it. I’m sorry your reputation got knocked down because of me. Maybe we can build ya something better, the lot of us.”

Olivia let go and sniffled. This time, she pulled herself together. ”If we were in different positions I’d do the same for you too, Charlie.”

As Charlotte spoke, Cassius found himself watching her more intently than he’d meant to, her tender yet resolute voice almost catching him off guard. At first, his smirk lingered, but her sincerity began to shift something within him. The way she addressed Olivia, as though she were the most important person in the world, stilled the mischief in his alluring eyes. His grin faded, and his sharp features softened slowly with every word.

Leaning back, he let her words wash over him, uncharacteristically silent for a man such as himself. When Charlotte’s playful smile broke through, he glanced at her. A quiet, genuine smile tugged at his lips as he broke his silence.

“If only Eromora itself could be swayed to feel the same as you, Lottie.” His smile widened back into the handsome smirk he was known for as he continued. “If only.”

”The world would be a lot better.” Olivia agreed quietly and turned to face him, then back to Charlie.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia & Felix

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After the evening had ended, Olivia remained wide awake in bed. The conversations and revelations replayed in her mind like a broken record. She tossed and turned. It was unusual for her to be sleeping overnight; when she was on the streets, it was her time to steal, give back to the poor, and screw with the Sorian guards. It was also her time to be at peace and stay alive. Since her parent’s death, the darkness was a comfort blanket she refused to tear off. Drinking and doing whatever she could to not think of that day was on her agenda, and stealing and causing mayhem generally did the trick.

Unfortunately for her, there was no peace. This time, the mafia news and the potential clients of it caused her to remain jittery and her stomach to churn. After what felt like hours, she sat up in bed and strode over to the closet. The silky fabrics and luxury items before her were foreign; as she traced her hands over them, she shuddered. The clothing was suffocating and felt as though she were losing herself in them. She yearned for the loose clothing she preferred. She reached into a box in the back and began to pull out darker clothing she’d purchased using Charlotte’s money (and her permission). She pulled the outfit (with a hood) and her hair into an braided bun. Olivia then grabbed her gun, bow, a quiver of arrows and attached it to her pant loop. Olivia then pulled a hood over her head and tucked her magic book into her pocket.

A quick glance in the mirror caused her shoulders to slump and a deep sigh to escape her lips. She strode over to it and gently lifted it, then quietly slid out onto the windowsill and gently jumped off the roof and rolled onto her feet silently. She didn’t glance back at the house and snuck off the Vikena property quickly. Once she began moving, she strode down the road quietly and efficiently without turning heads. The cool wind against her face and the dark sky above her with the twinkling stars soothed her. It was like old times. Her gaze swept around the area frequently.

After what seemed like twenty minutes, Olivia came close to the warehouse. She moved her bow closer to her body and kept a hand near the quiver of arrows. Olivia ducked down behind some carriages and gleaned up at the warehouse. It was bigger than she’d imagined. She looked around the street and looked for an entrance. There was a front door–that was too bold. Was it occupied? If so, by how many? She flattened herself onto the ground like a pancake underneath the carriage and scrutinized the area. There was a nearby building whose roof would allow entry into one of the windows that was ajar. Weird and suspicious. No thank you.

Her gaze moved up to the top of the building and she nodded to herself. She hurried out quickly, remaining low to the ground, and scaled the next-door building’s side like a spider. There was nobody around which she found unnerving. Once up, Olivia moved onto the roof and squatted on it to examine her surroundings once more. She moved up the building’s roof, faced the warehouse, ran down the roof’s side, and then jumped onto the warehouse roof and landed quietly. After checking it was clear, she then found an opening and climbed down into the warehouse. If shit went south, at least she had this exit.

The warehouse was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that wrapped around a person, amplifying every faint creak or shift in the shadows. The air smelled faintly of damp wood and iron, with a metallic tang that clung to the back of the throat. The dim moonlight filtered through cracked windows and gaps in the walls, illuminating the maze of crates and barrels stacked in haphazard rows.

It was seemingly empty, but only moments after Olivia had found her way inside did she hear a voice. “Careful now, sweetheart... Skulking about in places like this… people might get the wrong idea.”

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere all at once, low and smooth, with a hint of amusement that coiled around her like smoke.

Olivia began inspecting the warehouse. She glanced around everywhere and sniffed the faint smell of damp wood and iron. What was that metallic taste? Her throat began to burn. She swallowed and ignored it for now. She looked over the railing at the maze of crates and barrels. What was in those..? She wanted to take a better look when a voice jumped when a voice interrupted her reverie. Olivia pulled her bow out and strung an arrow faster than one could blink.

”One could say the same for you,” she retorted defiantly and continued to glance around for the source.

Felix paused in his circling, a playful glint lighting up his eyes. Then, suddenly, he dropped down from a crate directly in front of Olivia, landing silently on his feet like a cat. Before she could react, he straightened and leaned forward slightly, his grin widening into something equal parts charming and infuriating.

“Well, go on then,” he said, gesturing lazily toward the arrow she had trained on him. “Are you really gonna shoot me? Seems a bit harsh, don’t you think, Olivia?” The moonlight spilled through the fractured warehouse windows, bathing Felix in its glow. The light revealed his angular face while casting deep shadows that emphasized his striking features and brown hair.

“Think of the mess. Blood everywhere. Such a shame to ruin these lovely crates. What do you think’s in them? Silks? Spices? Or maybe…” His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, “bodies?”

Olivia inhaled when he jumped down in front of her. She scowled and then trained her bow on him again, this time pointing the arrow between his eyes. Why did all these people know her goddamn name? It was infuriating. A chill ran down her spine. She pushed it out of her mind and glared at him. His voice was irritating her. Was he alone…?

”Nah. I don’t think the world would miss you,” she replied curtly, but didn’t take the shot; or at least, not yet. She glanced at the crates and gritted her teeth when he finished saying “bodies”.

”Maybe it’ll be you in there, and we can both find out. What do you think of that?” She paused and then scowled. ”You stalkin’ me or something to know my name? You have nothing better to do than stalk people?” She didn’t release her grip on the bow and glared at him. Did Calbert tell the mafia about me? What a spineless coward.

Felix’s smirk widened. He leaned in just enough to meet her glare head-on, his tone laced with sass. “Stalking? Oh, please. Let’s not get it twisted. You’re the one sneaking around property you’re not authorized to be on.” He gestured lazily to the warehouse around them. “If anything, I should be the one asking you what you’re doing here.” He then straightened with a mock gasp.“Wait! Are you stalking me? I’m flattered, really, but next time, at least send a calling card.”

Olivia glared when he leaned in towards her. She listened to him speak and rolled her eyes. ”Get over yourself.” She replied dryly. Liv glanced around for something, anything, to distract him so she could escape. ”Mind your own fuckin’ business.” She steadied her bow and scrutinized him. ”What’s your name, asshole?” She hoped to keep him talking long enough to formulate a plan. ”And you work for Marek, don’t you?”

Felix arched an amused brow, his lips curling as he began to circle her slowly like a vulture savoring the inevitability of a meal from prey long since dead. “My name? Darling, if you don’t already know it, I’m doing something wrong.” His voice dropped to a low purr. “And if you’re so set on avoiding my questions, why should I indulge yours?”

Olivia watched him and continued turning to face him with her bow. ”Evidently you are,” she quipped. Her arms began to tire from holding the bow, and she set it back onto her shoulder and raised her fists. ”There wasn’t any sign it was private property.” She replied curtly. ”Now, my question, fucker.”

She moved into his airspace, not allowing herself to look intimidated. Inside though, her bones were chilled, and her stomach was in knots. This was not how she expected this to go; a quick in and out is all she wanted. Run, her mind screamed at her, but her feet were rooted to the spot. Her mind spun and she glared heatedly at him. Her gaze swept around for a way to distract him. Magic was bold, but at this point, who cared?

Her glare burned into him, but Felix’s expression remained infuriatingly calm. He allowed a beat of silence to pass. Then, as though bored with the exchange, he slipped a small copper whistle from his pocket, twirling it between his fingers with idle amusement.

“Your question can wait,” he said lightly, as though dismissing a child. The whistle rose to his lips, and with a sharp, piercing note, the real game began

The sound echoed through the warehouse. Felix’s grin widened as the telltale sound of boots striking wood grew louder, and from the shadows, three figures emerged. Their faces were obscured by hoods, each carrying a torch whose flickering flames cast shadows on the crates around them.

Before Olivia could react, the bastard pulled out a whistle. Her blood ran cold and she realized they weren’t alone. Why would they be? She tensed and her mouth ran dry, drier than a desert.

“Now, don’t look so tense,” Felix practically purred, his tone mockingly soothing. “They’re just here to help… set the mood.”

The men moved efficiently, tipping over oil canisters and spilling their contents across the floor in dark pools. The scent of kerosene filled the air as the liquid spread in uneven rivers, reflecting the faint light of the torches.

Felix watched them work, his hands slipping into his pockets as though the growing chaos was nothing more than an entertaining game. The first torch was lowered, and the fire leaped to life with a roar, flames streaking across the floor.

The inferno instantly transformed the warehouse, the flames climbing crates and barrels. Smoke curled upward in thick, black tendrils, coiling and spilling out through cracked windows while the heat overtook the air of the room.

Felix turned to face the growing blaze, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. He tilted his head, his grin deepening into something colder, and more menacing.

“Don’t let me keep you. You’ve got some running to do,” he said, his voice calm and almost cheerful, a stark contrast to the chaos erupting around him.

Without waiting for a response, Felix turned on his heel and strode toward the exit, unhurried and composed. The fire’s light danced across his figure as he disappeared into the shadows, leaving the flames to finish what he had started.

She whipped around to face the mysterious trio above them and watched with horror as the scene unfolded. Fire–the one thing she was desperately terrified of was now encasing the room. Liv tried to follow Felix, but the smoke enveloped her and caused her to begin hacking and retching. She dropped to the floor and pulled her shirt over her face to shield herself from inhaling any more of it. Her mind raced. What did she do? She was paralyzed with terror.

Flashbacks raced through her mind–her parent’s bakery smothered in flames and gasoline while the food blackened. Her mother’s wail of despair when it was discovered. Her dad’s submissiveness and grief and disappointment reflected in his eyes as he looked at her. An illegal book was found in the rubble days later, covered in soot and ash…. Her father’s paranoia grew worse by the day as he pressed her to master more complicated spells, while her mother used magic freely and scolded her for not being good enough… The spell book, covered in ash, now laying on the table as she desperately tried uttering the incantations and failing. The raised voices, desperate pleas, the inferno beginning yet again, and this time, consuming everything but her in its path… Fire, again, destroying everything in its path and her family included…

Olivia let out a wail of terror and desperation. Tears streamed down her face as she coughed and hyperventilated. She pulled the ash and soot covered book out of her pocket and began tearing through it. There was a spell; there had to be one that wasn’t dark magic…. Her eyes landed on a few spells and a split second decision was made.

”Elementa Evoco-” Liv broke off, coughing and gasping for air. ”Elementa Evoco…” She watched as the barrels and crates around her began melting from the inferno. Liv began to army crawl through the chaos in desperate search for the exit Felix had used, but to no avail. She swore under her breath and wiped her eyes. The tears were streaming down her face faster than a cookie melting in milk. Fury rose inside of her. There was no way she’d die this way, not like her parents!

”Elementa Evoco Aqua!” Olivia yelled and raised her hands. Water sprouted from her hands and doused the flames beside her; and doused the flames long enough to clear a path for her to the exit. Olivia sprinted towards it and remained low so she could avoid the smoke. She threw herself outside and landed harshly on the pavement. With a gasp, Olivia began hyperventilating and coughing, and laid on her back so she could stare up at the twinkling stars above her. Her heart raced so fast she thought it might jump from her chest. She was singed everywhere, and reeked of smoke and fire. Weakly, she raised a hand, pointed her middle finger at the warehouse, and then let it drop pathetically beside her.

Then, a cold chill unrelated to the night, washed over her. She glanced at her arms and noticed the paleness of her skin and shut her eyes. The consequence, of course, much like the fire summoning spell she was so desperately taught. Fire–the element that haunted and soothed her dreams; the one that tore her family apart and killed them and the one that set her on this path. Was her fate meant to be intertwined with fire forever? She shakily raised her pale and frozen arms, but there wasn’t any evidence of the burns anymore. Her arms fell beside her.

Olivia’s breathing began to slow down–was this the end? Did she inhale too much smoke? She tried to push herself up, but her muscles wouldn’t obey. The irony of the situation hit her like a wave. So much for investigation. Her teeth began chattering and her body shook from the unrelenting cold consequence of the spell. She thought she heard noise–was it that asshole? ”Invis… Fuck it,” she mumbled and dragged herself, inch by inch, underneath an empty carriage. Olivia laid underneath it and curled up into a ball. Maybe she’d sleep here for the night. Her mind raced back to Charlotte–would she miss her? Probably not. She’d caused enough trouble for her. Perhaps the latter would be better off without her…

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Camping Event
Interactions: @Rodiak Matthias @CitrusArms Straya ☁
Mentions: ☁ @Conscripts John ☁ @Tpartywithzombi Ariella
Aesthetic:
☁ Hair
☁ Necklace
☁ Bandanna, Outfit (ignore the shoes))
☁ Boots

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Kira politely bowed to Sir Matthias and dipped her head respectfully. ”I hear a good discussion over there on swordsmanship; my curiosity is piqued so I must join! I would enjoy your company if you come!”

Kira strode over to the group and politely waited for a turn to join. Ariella wanted to learn from the knight how to use a sword. The rest of what was said was not of interest to Kira. On the other hand, she heard Prince Callum and Riona whispering and then gesture for Ariella to converse with them. Ariella left to join Riona and Callum which left Stratya alone. She looked over at John who had left Roman, who was also idled and busy. She joined the the knight with a half-smile and shyness.

”Hi, good evening! My name’s Kira! I heard some discussion on swordsmanship? I would be interested in learning more. Y’know, us females have to stick together.” Kira laughed and glanced at Stratya. ”What's your name? Are you looking forward to the rest of the evening? I think the cooking competition sounds fun! All The food looks good, I hope I won’t be alone in diving into that.”

Throughout the exchange, Kira’s demeanor was friendly, innocent and sweeter than a strawberry dipped in chocolate. She waited for their answers patiently.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Camping Event
Interactions: @Rodiak Matthias
Mentions: @Conscripts John ☁ [@ReuseableSword] Roman ☁ @CitrusArms Straya ☁
Aesthetic:
☁ Hair
☁ Necklace
☁ Bandanna, Outfit (ignore the shoes))
☁ Boots

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Kira turned at the sound of the male voice. She allowed her gaze to flicker over him swiftly and subtly. There was never a hint of malice nor mischief. What a treat stood before her; the eyes, the body, the hair? Were the Sorian Gods granting her this gift? Kira didn’t allow her thoughts to be reflected in her posture nor her gaze. She remained friendly, but not overly; smooth like butter.

”So exciting, I think they might run out of room in tomorrow’s newspaper.” Kira mused and stood up in order to meet his gaze. Shyly, she looked down and then back at him, as if she were having trouble meeting his gaze. ”A handsome name for a likewise gentleman. I’m Kira. An honor to meet you, My Lord.” She accepted the bow and returned one with perfect poise. In her peripheral vision, she noticed John and Roman had finished their chat, and the two women were conversing. She caught the word ‘swords’ and her curiosity was piqued. Nonetheless, she remained focused on Matthias and went to speak, when the camper staff stood up to make some announcement.

She turned and listened as the staff member, Quinn, began rambling. Kira listened idly and met his gaze. Kira felt amusement boiled inside of her at his commentary. The touch of royalty amused her for the camping event; did any of these privileged men and women ever experience a touch of inconvenience? What it was like to be treated like filth and looked at that way? To feel the rush of danger and peril and stare directly into death’s eyes? To feel hunger clawing at their insides like a caged wild animal? Kira allowed the amusement to burn her throat and extinguish.

Finally he quit rambling and now Kira could go back to mingling. Her gaze met Matthias, never betraying the thoughts or emotions. ”A cooking competition? I do wonder what else they have in store for us,” she commented and chuckled. ”Sounds like a busy evening, don’t you think?” Kira leaned against a tree and waited patiently for his response, remaining relaxed, poised, and confident.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Pinebrook
Interactions:
Mentions: @Conscripts John ☁ @ReusableSword Roman ☁ @CitrusArms Straya ☁
Aesthetic:
☁ Hair
☁ Necklace
☁ Bandanna, Outfit (ignore the shoes))
☁ Boots

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Go camping, he said, it will be fun, he said. Kira hardly retained her groan when she was told she’d be going to the event. Kira let out a deep sigh and stared out the carriage window. The grimey, bug-filled woods, with these people. While she waited to arrive, an advisor recapped the recent events to her- there would be a trial against Roman Ravenwood, and the Varians were all under scrutiny. This bode well for her because they would all have to be on their best behavior. Additionally, the odds were in her favor; Varian Doctor John Williamson and Roman, the beast himself, would be at the event.

The details didn’t matter, as long as the right strings were pulled. Kira could sleep anywhere, in any situation, but she preferred the pristine and rich decor of the Black Rose. Her stomach churned when she thought of her pets, waiting for her in her room, likely asleep and not knowing when she’d be back. Kira pushed it out of her mind–she needed to focus.

Finally, the carriage arrived at the camping event. There was gentle nudge on her arm and she opened her eyes with a scowl. Jesse flinched and muttered an apology she barely heard. She ignored him and turned to stare outside. She inhaled sharply at the magnificent beauty. Even she couldn’t deny it. A smirk crossed her lips briefly when she noticed John had arrived.

Kira sauntered off the carriage with Jesse’s assistance. She bade him goodbye and waved kindly; if this confused Jesse, he did not show it like the good toy she had taught. The carriage disappeared back the way it’d come and she turned to face the festivities. Her senses were assaulted by bright lights, smell of fire, aroma of food, and the melodious chirping of crickets. The food table looked delightful and her mouth watered. Kira could almost taste the food, and she restrained herself from moving toward it. Her gaze moved to the lake and a ghost of a smile sparkled in her eyes. Everywhere she looked, there was some magnificent detail. This did not look so bad after all, and she hated to admit it.

With confidence in every stride and a sweet smile on her face, Kira moved over to the check in area. With her hands clasped together, she bounced her leg to appear anxious, as she introduced herself. She was given her optional partner, which she agreed to. When she thought the lady would finally be done, the bumbling idiot rattled off more information. Kira feigned listening to her and nodded and smiled at the appropriate times. When she finally finished, Kira thanked her. She turned and walked over to the fire pit and waited for others to arrive. Quietly, and indiscreetly, Kira kept an eye on the Doctor. Then, she noticed a bear of a man join him– none other than the now infamous Roman Ravenwood. Her trademark stoic expression remained and did not betray the emotions inside.

At the same time, another woman appeared with light brown hair and eyes, and she wore light armor. A Sorian Knight? Wonderful. Kira glanced in her direction for a moment and curiosity kindled inside of her and a smile crossed her face from ear-to-ear. However, she hung back, and decided to observe everything first and gather intel that way.

Let the games begin...

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

The Swords

Time: Morning
Location: Black Rose Mansion
Mention: [@PapaOso] Cassius @Samreaper Kazumin @JJ Doe Fritz @Helo Leo

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Kira sat in a rocking chair, a loosely draped blanket around her shoulders. Damp curls framed her face softly, offering a delicate contrast to her dark attire—black pants and top—giving her a striking yet subdued presence.
A book lay open in her hands, though her eyes weren't really following the words. Sometimes she wished she could disappear into the pages and bring her family with her, leaving everything behind.

Nearby, subtle noises filled the air, but Kira remained still, blending effortlessly into the background. Her fox, Liam, lay curled beside the chair, while Maggie, her raven, perched silently on her shoulder. Rue’s cat, Daisy, rested at her feet, purring softly as Kira absently stroked the fox and cat in turns.

The peaceful moment was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching, pulling Kira from her thoughts. She glanced up just as Felix and Yuka emerged from the mansion, the playful pair breaking the quiet. Felix wore his usual mischievous grin, while Yuka clung to his back in a piggy-back, her laughter muffled as she whispered something in his ear that only made his grin widen.

“Kira is studying for her test at school,” Felix teased in a hushed tone, glancing back at Yuka. “She’s aiming to get the highest grade so she can be crowned the queen of recess.”

“Oh, oh, don’t want to disturb the total nerd...” Yuka added with mock seriousness, her snicker betraying her playful intent. Sliding off Felix’s back with exaggerated stealth, she crept toward Kira as though their presence wasn’t already obvious. With sudden exuberance, Yuka snatched Kira’s book, flinging herself dramatically onto her lap, a wide grin plastered on her face. “Kira!! I want attention!” she whined playfully, her voice carrying a sing-song tone.

Kira tried to ignore them, despite being fully aware of their antics. She caught a glimpse of Yuka clinging to Felix, like a child being carried by their parents, and couldn’t suppress a quiet chuckle. Recess? The thought amused her—she hadn’t had time for something as trivial as recess in years. The “nerd” comment made her bite her tongue, pretending she hadn’t heard it.

Around her, the animals stirred. Liam, her fox, lifted his head, ears pricked with mild annoyance, while Maggie, indignant, flew off Kira’s shoulder with an irritated squawk, landing on a nearby shelf to glare at Yuka. Daisy darted beneath the chair, seeking refuge from the sudden chaos.

Despite the commotion, Kira shut her eyes briefly, stifling a laugh before opening them again. She smiled at Yuka, a mixture of amusement and patience. “Why, my little black cat, of course, you deserve nothing less.” Kira purred to Yuka, her fingers threading through her hair. Liam, her fox, wagged his tail cautiously at Yuka, a mix of affection and wariness.

“Do you want the nerd’s attention, or can I go back to reigning over my nonexistent recess?” She shot Felix a teasing smirk, shaking her head in amused exasperation. “What do I owe the pleasure, my Sword King?”

Yuka, still snuggled into Kira’s shoulder, whined dramatically. “I deserve all your attention right now! Annnddddd you need to tell me who this Cassius boy is!” She lifted her head, eyes gleaming with mock jealousy. “He’s not prettier than me, is he? Are you leaving me for him?”

Kira's laughter started but quickly died in her throat. The mention of Cassius made her skin prickle, her jaw clenching for just a moment. Still, she smiled down at Yuka, though a sharp glint of anger flashed briefly in her eyes. “You have my undivided attention, kitty,” she reassured smoothly.

“I’d never leave you for anyone. Who else would I go hunting with?” Her fingers stroked Yuka's hair once again, though her gaze shifted toward Felix, her smile now tighter.

Felix, hands stuffed in his pockets, leaned against the house, his posture casual but his eyes sharp as they met Kira’s. “I’d been hoping to catch you to talk about the meeting, Kiki. I actually have the same question as Yuka for once… It’s interesting that you were apparently friends with someone like the Scourge of Eisenholm.”

The old nickname “Kiki” softened her a bit, a flicker of amusement surfacing in her expression. She continued absentmindedly stroking Yuka’s hair, her attention fully on Felix now. “Ask away, Sword King, and I’ll answer however I see fit.” A sigh escaped her lips as she realized there was no dodging this conversation.

“Well, considering I was high up in the Iron Wolves, I knew almost everyone in that circle. I wasn’t exactly known for my mercy, either. Cas...well, we were close friends.” Bitterness crept into her voice, her hand briefly stilling in Yuka’s hair as her fists clenched.

“The bastard thinks I’m dead, and we’re keeping it that way until Marek gives the all-clear. For now, he’s being watched from a distance. He’s gaining some infamy as the so-called ‘Damien’—bastard noble and all. I can’t just waltz up to him. Like father, like son, I guess.” Kira forced her fists to relax, resuming the comforting strokes through Yuka’s hair as if it would steady her own rising tension.

Yuka’s eyes glittered with twisted glee, soaking up Kira's attention. “Kiki, if this Cassius guy is a problem, I can help… rearrange his insides. We’ll start with his entrails—make him scream like old times.” Her voice purred, the promise of violence barely concealed beneath her playful tone.

Felix chuckled, moving to lean casually on the armrest of the rocking chair, his eyes alight with a different kind of mischief. “Entrails? Yuka, let’s start with his mind. Break him down first. Make him beg for it. No room in the world for someone stupid enough to cross our Kiki, and definitely no space for another Damien. Their egos alone take up too much.”

Yuka, the dramatist, grabbed her throat, making exaggerated choking sounds. “CAN’T. BREATHE... THICK… Damien... SMOG.” She collapsed into giggles, her face lighting up with unrestrained delight. “Oh, wait, it sounds like Chairman Felix has a plan!” she added in a singsong voice after her laughter had subsided.

Felix’s smirk deepened. “Oh, I’ve got a plan, alright. Imagine this: Kira befriends him, makes him think everything’s forgiven. We let him believe he's safe, let him get comfortable, and figure out what matters to him most.” He paused, letting the suspense build, his voice dipping into a darker, more menacing tone.

“Then, when he’s drowning in his own delusions, Kiki shows him just how little she cares. We tear him apart—slowly. Crush him from the inside out.”

Yuka’s laughter bubbled up, sultry and twisted, almost a purr. “You’re wicked, Felix.” Her eyes gleamed with a mix of admiration and excitement.

Felix shot Kira a wink, his grin widening. “But before we get to that, I’d like to test his physical mettle first. Let’s see what the so-called ‘Scourge of Asshole’ is really made of.”

Kira’s laughter rang out, harsh and full of dark humor. Maggie, her raven, echoed the sound with an indignant squawk, only causing her to laugh harder.

Once she composed herself, she kissed Yuka’s head affectionately and looked up at Felix, her smirk returning. “The man with the plan, and our Black Cat with her beauty and violence.” She reached out, placing her hand over Felix’s, her voice laced with amusement. “I wonder if Cassius will discard his newfound nobility and show everyone the monster lurking underneath. Though, I suppose I’m no better.” Her smirk shifted, venom slipping into her words.

“Apparently, there’s a newspaper spreading lies about these clueless citizens. I’ll use that. Drop hints—things only I’d know. Make him squirm a little, push him toward a late-night meeting where Daddy’s influence can’t save his bastard ass. You two will watch from the shadows, just in case our dear Bastard decides to act like the coward he is.” The words dripped with calculated malice, her eyes gleaming with the promise of revenge.

As Kira spoke, Yuka sat up to kiss both her cheeks with exaggerated affection. “Mwah. Mwah. So badass and smart, Kiki.” Her giggles followed, chaotic and unstable. Then, with wide, eager eyes, she leaned back dramatically over Kira’s lap. “Fefe! What about the other people in the book? Let’s look at them!”

Kira’s laughter softened as she returned the cheek kisses, Yuka’s unstable giggles now familiar, almost comforting. She glanced at Felix expectantly, waiting for his response.

“Mmmm... I suppose I can show you now,” Felix mused, his grin still firmly in place. He then moved to the door, his voice raising as he called back into the house. “Zane! Get outside... and bring the others!”

Kira folded her hands neatly, a smirk tugging at her lips. To her, these targets—these things—were nothing but toys, and she was eager to dismantle each and every one of them.

Rue entered as silently as ever, her stealth rivaling Yuka’s. Her soft blonde hair was pulled back into a strict bun, framing her delicate face. Her cool blue gaze flickered over the group before she glanced over her shoulder, waiting for Zane. Taking a seat beside Kira, her cat quickly jumped into her lap, settling comfortably as if it belonged there.

The sound of loud, maniacal laughter filled the air as Torie, the group's torturer's and newest member, danced her way in. Dressed in a skin-tight uniform, her blonde ponytail bounced with every movement, her blue eyes gleaming with excitement—and madness. “Pain! I want to inflict pain!” she sang, her voice filled with glee.

“Yes, Torie! Pain!!” Yuka's voice rang out with gleeful enthusiasm.

Xavier entered next, his usual disheveled black hair falling into his cold, gray eyes. He was another of the group's torturer's. His dark uniform matched his mood, a perfect reflection of his perpetual indifference. “God, you’re loud,” he mumbled as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Torie stuck her tongue out at him in response, unbothered by his grumbling.

Rue, ever quiet, patted the spot beside her for Zane, as if it were second nature. Kira rarely saw them apart. For someone so soft-spoken and sweet, Rue's place among them was still a mystery, though Kira had long learned the answer was in her uncanny agility and ruthless efficiency when it came to combat.

Zane entered with his usual quiet grace, his intense yet calm aura enveloping the vicinity. His white, messy hair stood in stark contrast to his dark attire, his pale eyes scanning the group with quiet observation. His nearly translucent eyelashes gave him an ethereal, almost haunting appearance, as though the magic that had drained the color from his features still lingered in his presence. Without a word, Zane sat beside Rue, offering her a gentle smile that she returned without hesitation.

Felix, watching as the group settled in, clasped his hands together and exhaled heavily, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “You’re all still fucking crazy... Excellent!”

Kira couldn’t contain herself and snorted into her hands, biting her cheeks to stifle her laughter. Torie cackled wildly in response, while Xavier chuckled under his breath. Rue glanced at Zane, her expression as if to say why are we here again? for what must have been the hundredth time.

“Except for the ghosts,” Xavier muttered dryly toward Torie, and the two of them broke down into quiet laughter, the joke shared between them.

Felix rolled his eyes, waving his book like a teacher trying to restore order in a classroom.
“Right. Okay. Shut up, you nutcases. Daddy’s talking.” He stepped up onto a chair to stand above the group, grinning down at them as he waved the book again for emphasis. Torie bit her lip to suppress another giggle. “In here, I have some targets and some information about them. I am going to read out loud what we know about each. Our goal is to frighten and torment them-”

Before he could continue, Yuka's hand shot into the air, waving wildly. Kira stifled her laughter into her hands but gave up moments later, snickering as she already anticipated Yuka’s interruption. “Can we kill them? Pleeease?!” Yuka’s exaggerated whining carried through the air.

Rue sighed quietly, while Torie clapped her hands in delight, responding with gleeful enthusiasm. “Death! Violence! Gore! Entrails and guts everywhere!!” she cheered, bouncing in place as if it were a festival chant. Kira's fox, and Rue's cat, both dispersed from the chaos with alarm and annoyance.

Xavier shook his head with a smirk, snorting with laughter at Torie’s unhinged excitement.

Felix shot Yuka and Torie a bemused look, then pointed a finger at Torie as though reprimanding a child. “Yeah, no. We can’t kill them.” He quickly turned his head toward Torie, narrowing his eyes. “Torie, love, shut it, will you? Dial it back a notch.”

Torie stuck her tongue out at Felix in defiance, but ultimately flopped down onto Kira’s lap, resting her head on Yuka’s legs as well. Yuka began absentmindedly tangling her fingers into Torie’s hair, her reasoning beyond anyone’s comprehension. Kira gazed down at the pair with a mix of amusement and affection, idly petting both their heads as if she were indulging her favorite pets.

The crowd exploded in protests and groans of disappointment at the no-kill rule. Rue glanced at Felix, her eyes pleading silently for an early dismissal. Kira, meanwhile, buried her head in her Kira buried her head in her hands, exasperated, horrified, and amused all at once by the sheer madness surrounding her.

“Bloodthirsty demons, the lot of you,” Felix commented with a bemused look, smirking as he flipped open the book. “First guy is…” He squinted, holding the book at arm's length, as if the absurdity of what he was about to say needed distance. “Kazumin Nagasa. He’s 6’2”, a psychotic who apparently laughs in the face of guns. A real farm boy turned Baron Asteroth Hugonin’s ward. He—”

Before he could finish, they all exploded in laughter, Yuka’s mocking voice ringing out loudest of all.

“Gotta stop the FARM BOYS before we’re drowning in corn!” Yuka howled, nearly doubling over with laughter. The absurdity of the description seemed to hit everyone at once. Even Kira, though remaining composed, couldn't help but watch the chaos with quiet amusement. Torie, on the other hand, laughed so hard she slipped off their laps and hit the floor, still cackling. Xavier, normally more reserved, chuckled under his breath, struggling to maintain his usual stoicism. Even Rue, always the quiet observer, pulled her knees to her chest and glanced outside, clearly contemplating her escape from this madness.

In one swift motion, Felix slammed the book shut with a force that echoed, silencing everyone. His playful mischief was replaced by a chilling, cold fury as his eyes swept over the group. The weight of his glare was oppressive, pinning each of them into silence. Yuka’s laughter cut off mid-chuckle, her grin faltering, while Xavier straightened, quickly composing himself. Torie, still giggling, was quickly kicked in the leg by Kira, who helped her snap back to attention.

“It doesn’t matter who he is or what he’s done,” Felix growled, his voice icy. “We have orders. You have orders.” A twisted smirk slowly returned to his face, but this time it carried a dark edge. “Don’t make me remind you what happens when I am not obeyed... Next person to laugh spends the night with Lady Valeria.”

Rue visibly shuddered, burying her head into her lap. Zane, seated beside her, gently stroked her hair in a comforting gesture, whispering softly, “It’ll be okay, Rue. Just stay quiet.” She nodded, clutching his hand tightly, drawing reassurance from his calm presence.

Kira, her usual composed self, straightened and gave Felix a salute, her eyes locking with his in a silent agreement. “Aye. Consider it done. Who’s next?” Her tone carried a quiet intensity, showing Felix she was back on track, ready to execute whatever was asked of her.

Felix, satisfied with the shift in mood, flicked the book open again, his eyes sharp as a blade. “Now, let’s get serious. We’ve uncovered a few things about Kazumin that are... peculiar. And don’t even think about laughing.” His warning hung in the air, dark and heavy. “Pudding. He frequents Penelope’s Pudding Palace almost daily. Seems harmless, but who knows what the fool is hiding there.” His gaze swept over everyone again, daring anyone to chuckle.

Torie remained silent as the grave by staring at the floor intently, as if admiring the new shine. Xavier focused his gaze elsewhere, and Kira petted Yuka’s hair to quell her insanity.

“When it comes to people, there are two names of interest. Olivia, our next target—he values her a lot, seemingly. Then there’s Ruby, the girl with mismatched eyes who works at the Tough Tavern. Keep your eyes on her. But most importantly...” Felix paused, letting the tension linger. His next words dripped with malice. “He cares for his younger siblings as well. That’s where we’ll hit him hardest.” His tone darkened, the weight of his words settling over the group like a heavy cloud.

“...Zane.”

Zane's pale gaze shifted, focusing on a spot near Felix. The air seemed to ripple as a strange energy gathered around the area, thickening until it coalesced into a ghostly figure. Tall, with blonde hair, freckles, and tan skin, the figure took the form of Kazumin, grinning as if he were standing there in the flesh. His smile was unsettling, too alive for a mere projection.

Rue squeezed Zane’s hand, her eyes never leaving the illusion, her unease evident.

“Next is Olivia. We don’t know much about her, but she’s attractive—auburn hair that’s nearly red. She’s taken residence in the Vikena household. What we do know is she’s skilled in magic and isn’t afraid to use it, so we’ll need to approach her with caution. She also knows her way around a bow and hand-to-hand combat. She seems to care for Kazumin and Charlotte Vikena most. I’ve heard she and Lady Charlotte spent some quality time with Lady Zarai Lesdesman last night.”

Felix snapped his fingers, and Zane conjured another apparition, this time of Olivia in a flowing green dress. Her image flickered for a moment before stabilizing, looking eerily lifelike.

“What a hottie,” Yuka commented, glancing up at Kira with a grin. Kira raised an amused eyebrow at Yuka, stifling her laughter.

Kira nodded, focusing on the apparitions with interest. Torie, now seated with her back pressed against Yuka and Kira’s legs, stared at the projections, completely absorbed, as though they held the secrets of the universe. Rue glanced over briefly but soon looked away, her gaze drifting back toward the window, while Xavier rolled his eyes at the scene unfolding before him.

Felix snapped his fingers again, and this time two new figures appeared—Count Fritz Hendrix and Lord Leo Smithwood. Felix gestured first to the man with dark hair. “These two gentlemen hail from the Varian Kingdom. Count Fritz Hendrix,” he gestured toward the red-haired figure next, “and Lord Leo Smithwood.”

“Ah, yes,” Kira muttered under her breath, her gaze fixated on the new projections.

“We’re keeping a close watch on Hendrix. He’s rising fast, even within the Varian Kingdom, though we don’t know much about his connections yet. He’s been spotted with Lady Vikena and some of the others listed here, but it’s unclear how deeply tied he is to them.”

Felix’s expression darkened as he continued. “As for Lord Leo Smithwood, he’s still dealing with the loss of his father last year. There are whispers—rumors—that his mother might’ve had a hand in it, all to be with her new girlfriend. Then there’s his mentally unstable sister, Thea. She’s the one he holds dearest.” He paused, letting the implications of his words hang in the air like a dagger. “That could prove to be our leverage.”

“Ooooh, I love dramatic backstories! The redheads are mine! Mine! Mine!” Torie cackled, smacking the floor in a fit of excitement. Xavier, shaking his head, chuckled at her outburst.

“Soooo... what are we supposed to do with these people?” Yuka asked, her voice lilting in a singsong manner, as though the answer were already obvious.

“We’re going to scare the shit out of them.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: 10am
Location: Edwards estate
Interactions: @Rodiak Zarai ♞ @Lava Alckon Farim ♞ @JJ Doe Ryn ♞ @princess Annie/Lottie
Mentions: [@PapaOso] Cassius
Aesthetic:
♞ Dress+Hair+Earrings
♞ Flats

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“And let us not forget, Duke, that while you so freely label my son a ‘bastard,’ you have long played the role of father to an orphan girl who isn’t even your own flesh and blood. Yet, I don’t see you making that fact public at every opportunity. Perhaps, out of respect for her, you should refrain from using such terms when speaking of a man who carries my lineage.”

Olivia’s head whipped to the side upon hearing the tussle between the nobles. Her gaze slid into slits, as if she were imitating a snake. Orphan/ The word repeated in her mind over and over like a tape she couldn’t cut off. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, and a snarl nearly escaped her. Her gaze moved between Lorenzo, Charlotte, Casisus, and Calbert, but she sought not to intervene publicly.

No, she had bigger plans, and one she’d address later when there were more attendees. She took deep breaths and steadied her temper. She knew it would be fruitless, and Lorenzo had stood up for her already. The situation deescalated, thankfully, but Olivia promised not to let it go. She turned back to the party and took deep breaths.

Olivia’s smile brightened upon seeing Zarai’s. A flutter in her chest caused her to pause. It was as if she were back on the rollercoaster. She took a deep breath and ignored it. She swiftly sat beside Zarai and nodded empathetically. ”Dear me, you know how to run a party, don’t you? Food is the number one key to enjoying one, after all. No issues here,”

She giggled and grinned back mischievously. Her voice lowered to a whisper. ”Yeah that was fuckin’ awesome, one of the best nights of my life.” Then, she grinned and nodded in agreement. ”All the food was delicious. Ugh! I wish I could bring some home with me.”

A familiar voice greeted her next. She raised her gaze and grinned when she recognized Shehzade Farim. ”Well well well, aren’t we lucky? Long time to see!” Olivia stood up with Zarai and bowed as well, then paused, because she noticed Princess Anastasia. Her voice caught in her throat. Oh Gods. What did she say? What did she do? She smiled politely at her, and noticed her heart skipped a beat. She wtatched the familiarity between Zarai and her and took a deep breath. ”H-h-honoured to meet you, Princess An… Anastasia!” Amusement sparkled in her eyes watching her sit on Farim’s lap

As the Princes spoke, her cheeks flushed deeper than her hair color. ”Oh, I thought you’d never ask,” Olivia quipped back and leaned over with her trademark mischievous smile. ”But only if I can touch your hair! It’s beautiful.”

Laughter bubbled inside of her, but caught once she noticed Ryn. Her smile returned and she greeted him politely with a bow as well. His words and emphasis on her name caused her to narrow her eyes briefly. ”It’s nice to see you too,” She replied courteously and nodded in response to his question.

As he greeted Zarai, she watched closely. Something inside of her growled, but she didn’t react. Thankfully, Charlie’s voice interrupted her train of thought. She turned and grinned broadly. ”Well hello stranger,” Olivia greeted, and hugged her back. Her gaze moved to Cassius and the arrangement of his arms, and she frowned at him. What is this man doing with Charlie? She looked at him with concern. Since this was public, Olivia held her tongue, and nodded to Charlie.

”We’ll be here!” Olivia waved and turned back to her table.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: 10am
Location: Damien Estate
Interactions: @Rodiak Zarai
Mentions: Everyone at the party
Aesthetic: Aesthetic: Dress+Hair+Earrings &Flats

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The prior night was a haze or rather, a dream come true. Had she truly visited the festival with Charlotte and Zarai? Had she rode the roller coaster? The food tasted as delicious as it smelled. No longer was she watching from outside of the carnival. There wasn’t any noble taunting her mother and her for being too poor to afford tickets, or for her getting caught sneaking in.

The next morning, it seemed that sleep had taken over Olivia. Delilah had knocked on her door and startled Olivia out of her sleep. Bamboozled, Olivia quickly rushed to get ready. Charlotte had gone to buy a gift for Lord Drake by herself–a feat that caused Liv’s nerves to run. With reassurances from Delilah and breakfast from Gilbert, Olivia’s worries eased. Due to being underweight as herself, Delilah always ensured she ate more food. Olivia ate so fast that Gilbert hardly made it back to the kitchen and back to her to ensure her plate was filled again.

Afterwards, Delilah helped her get ready and pick out a dress–something she detested picking out or wearing, and therefore needed assistance. The dress was selected by Delilah, however the maid was merciful and allowed her to wear flats instead of heels. She shuddered at the thought, but entertained the idea of her hair being braided. Once ready, Olivia stared at her reflection; she was unrecognizable from her old self to now. What would Kazumin think? A deep ache in her chest caused her to momentarily pause. She took a deep breath and moved forward once Delilah called her name to collect her gift. She moved forward, although the morning itself still felt like a dream. If it was, she didn’t want to wake up from it.

Once at the Edward’s estate, Olivia inhaled. All the money they had and the extravagant birthday party they were throwing made Olivia’s stomach churn. While the rich partied and enjoyed their luxuries, the poor were starving. The morning indulgences she participated in caused guilt to rise. However, once she left her carriage with assistance, she pushed it out of her mind.

She entered the birthday party and stared with awe. She set her gift on the table and turned to see the attendees. Birthday boy Drake, Shehzadi Nahir, Princess Anastasia, Shehzade Farim, Prince Callum, Duke Lorenzo, Charlotte, Cassius, Knightwomen she didn’t know, Lord Leo and Ms. Zarai! Her mind raced as she struggled to process the information, and moved towards those she found familiar; however, a servant blocked her accidentally, or was it on purpose? The chaos near Calbert, including Cassius, Charlotte, Lorenzo and others, was enough to make her stay clear unless Charlie needed her.

With a sigh, she noticed Zarai sitting by herself and close enough to the others. Her heart began to race as she swiftly moved towards Zarai. Her stomach fluttered and her nerves returned. ”Good morning Ms. Rai! Is this table full?” A sly and mischievous smile crossed her face.