Mary Moore
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"Currently, the undead were still wreaking havoc in the west wing. The royal knights were resisting them from advancing to the inner palace." "And Hell?" The man who was reporting the current situation to Stefan gazed down. "He had entered the inner palace. The tenth prince had confronted him, but the fifth prince appeared." "Oh, Klaus?" Stefan leaned back, his back against the throne as he propped his jaw on his knuckles. His leg resting over the other. "Yes. Shall we add Prince Klaus to our…
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"I'm afraid it is not the ninth prince who will stop you tonight, My Lady." "Fabian." I ground my teeth as I shifted my eyes to him. "What is the meaning of this?" The light from the sconce hit his face, revealing the bloodstain all over him. He was wiping his hand covered in blood with a handkerchief, his eyes on me. "My lady, you need to come with me. I had cleared the way on the way here, but the royal knights will soon come and drag you with them." Fabian informed me calmly. "I know you can…
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Meanwhile, in one of the castle towers, Claude was sitting on the window, his feet swaying, hanging outside the window. He hugged his stuffed toy while chewing a piece of gum before he blow a bubble. Once the bubble was big enough, it popped around his lips. Claude didn't remove it as he bats his eyes ever so slowly. "It had started," he whispered and gazed up at the bleak sky. "This will be a long winter." "There you are!" Klaus' voice reached him from behind as his uncle approached him. "Hell threw…
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"Alphonse, is the name, my dear sister." My eyes sharpened as I felt Lakresha react to him the first time I sensed his presence. His aura just reeked of pure evilness. Of all days, this man showing up tonight added to my anxiety. "Alphonse? So my husband is right, after all." I calmed myself, as I knew attacking him thoughtlessly was simply stupid. "You're alive. How the hell did you get inside here?" "Haha, don't worry. This is not my physical body, dear sister-in-law." This was not his…
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When Yul and I arrived, we just stayed idle and accompanied me around. We only did a brief patrolling, if that was what even considered patrolling as we didn't pay attention that much. "You are leaving in the worst season," Yul said as soon as we headed back into my chambers. He took a seat on the chair across from me. "Mildred. Tea, please." Mildred was bowed her head and left without a sound. Once she closed the door, I set my eyes back to Yul. "Can you look after her?" I asked, a bit worried…
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"Your Grace, Lena had returned, but I told her to rest for today," Mildred informed me as she stood behind me. I looked outside the window, placing my hand on the glass. "Winter seems it will start earlier than expected, Mildred." "It happens, Your Grace." "I hate winters," I whispered, as winters often turn my life upside down. I didn't want to anticipate another disaster, but I couldn't help it. "The cold is not everyone's favorite." After Mildred voiced out her thoughts, silence enveloped…
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Meanwhile, in the west garden, Claude and Klaus were just idling around the fountain. They were both seated on the concrete fountain basin while eating lollipops, eyes on Fabian, who was cutting roses to make a bouquet. "Uncle," called Claude without casting a look at Klaus while the latter hummed and glanced at him. "Your fangs do not sting anymore, right?" "Hmm. Why?" Klaus quirked a brow, gazing at his little ancestor, who just knew how to be a child in front of Lilou. "Nothing." Claude shook…
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"Isn't there another way, Captain?" Rufus stared at her in silence. Of course, he knew what she was talking about. He had already guessed this was one of the many other reasons. "Miss Monroe," he called in a low tone, pushing his chair back with his feet before standing up on his feet. Rufus walked around the chair, trudging towards the window, and stood in front of it. "Do you know what the Duchess told the Duke after their marriage?" asked Rufus, his eyes softening while staring outside where he…
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Kristina knocked on the office of the captain of the third squadron and entered almost immediately. Her eyes instantly caught Rufus' figure sitting behind his desk. His elbow on the surface of the desk, chin on his knuckles, and just distracted by his own thoughts. She raised a brow, marching towards the desk, and knocked on it to snap him out of his trance. "It's too early to be zoning out, Sir." Rufus raised his eyes to her, seeing the slight smile on her face. He slowly leaned back, hands on the…
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"Stop it, Stefan. Don't follow in your father's footsteps." A faint exhale slipped past Stefan's nose as he found Samael's words ridiculous. He thought it was actually important, but it seemed he was wrong. "I am not following our father's footsteps, Hell. Please don't insult me like that. It is actually hurtful," Stefan expressed heartlessly, as if the thought of being compared to their damned father was more infuriating than any insult. "My brother, as I've said, I am here to fulfill my duties…
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