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Chapter one
Frey woke slowly, looking around. There was no Vishnal to wake her up this morning. She sighed, thinking that she would have to greet him later. She felt fondly towards the blue-haired butler. She smiled at the thought of him as she changed into her usual outfit.
She walked out, looking for someone to greet. Most people weren't awake this early in the morning. It was six o'clock after all. She stretched, looking around. She saw a familiar horse-eared, blue-haired man, and ran up to him excitedly.
"Dylas!" She said happily. He turned to her, an automatic small smile appearing on his face. Frey was very fond of Dylas as well. The sweet, shy man was always very kind to her.
"Morning," He said. She beamed at him.
"Morning!" She began digging around in her bag.
"What are you looking for?" He asked, peering over her shoulder.
"Well… I thought I had some hot milk for you, but… I must've left it at home. Sorry." She frowned, looking up apologetically. He shook his head, still smiling.
"It's fine," He said.
"Are you sure?" She asked. He nodded.
"I'm just happy you thought about it," He said. She blushed, and smiled up at him.
"I'm so happy that you're happy, because lately…" She trailed off, blinking up at him. Dylas had stiffened, glaring at something over her shoulder. She turned around and saw Vishnal. He was frowning, but when he noticed her, he automatically brightened.
"Princess!" He said, running towards her.
"Good morning Vishnal! I was sad about missing you this morning," She said. He bowed his head.
"I'm sorry Princess. I was working late last night , and I woke up too late to wake you up! I'm sorry." Frey reached out and squeezed his hand.
"That's all right Vishnal. You know, I've been worrying about you not getting enough sleep, so I'm glad you did today," She said. Vishnal blushed.
"O-oh… T-thank you for worrying P-Princess," He stammered. She giggled.
"And I heard you haven't been eating lunch. So you have to eat lunch with me today," She said. She wiggled her index finger in front of his nose.
"And don't you dare skip out on me!" She said. Vishnal smiled.
"I won't. I promise," He said, and she smiled. Dylas cleared his throat.
"Well, I guess I'll just…" He trailed off, his frown deepening.
"Hey, you," A familiar voice said. Frey turned and saw Leon walking towards her. Another man she was fond of. She smiled at him.
"Checking if I was real?" She giggled.
"Yes, that's exactly it. How did you know?" He smiled. That had become a bit of a routine with the two of them. They were very familiar words to Frey now.
"What are they doing here?" Leon asked, pointing his fox ears towards the other men. Dylas glared at him, and Vishnal frowned, stiffening. Frey bit her lip.
"We were just chatting, right boys?" She looked nervously between the men. Whenever they were together, there was tension.
"Well, we were, then Vishnal came," Dylas said. Vishnal turned sharply towards Dylas.
"Is it my fault she wished to talk to me?" Vishnal asked, trying to calm down.
"Maybe it is!" Dylas exclaimed not trying to hide his anger.
"Come Frey. Leave them to their childish antics," Leon said.
"What?" Leon took her hand and began to lead her away.
"Don't even think about it!" Dylas and Vishnal said in unison. Leon frowned, letting go of Frey's hand.
All three men were in love with Frey. However, she didn't know this, and always ended up crying to Margaret, the elf, and Forte, the knight. Of course, these girls swore not to tell Frey about the boys affections, and Frey made them promise not to tell anyone about her tears.
"Well, you sure are a nasty bunch," Leon said.
"Yeah, well you're not the greatest person to be around either," Dylas said.
"You're one to talk, with the worst social skills in town," Vishnal said. Dylas bristled, his tail sticking straight up behind him.
"Says the maid who can't even do his job right!" Dylas said, his voice rising. Frey flinched.
"I'm doing just fine! Better than you!" Vishnal exclaimed, equally loud.
"You wouldn't last a day in my job! You'd probably scare everyone away with your horrible cooking!" Vishnal glared at him.
"You honestly call that insulting? I'm amused by your efforts." Leon smiled behind his peacock feather fan, waiting for an angry reaction from either man.
"You're too stuck in the past all the time to actually pay attention to things actually going on, so just go home," Dylas said.
"You don't even know what's real or not sometimes," Vishnal added. Leon's eyes narrowed menacingly.
"At least I'm not a fool who can barely talk to the woman he loves, or a man who has a dream that's completely failing," Leon glared at both men.
"Boys please... Stop..." Frey looked up at them, but they showed no sign of stopping. She sighed, and backed away slowly. They always did this. They always fought. She wished they wouldn't. As she walked back to the castle, she wished things were back to the way they used to be. And she hadn't wished for that since Venti passed. And that was the worst day of her life.
You can review about which of the three you want Frey to end up with! I accept suggestions, so please review!