Disclaimer: I, of course, do not own Crown Duel or its characters and setting. Actually, I hold no copyrights at the moment. See? I'm free! No lawsuits here, baby!
A/N: Before the flamers find me, I would like to state that I know not all of you are crazed Vidanric fangirls. But see that girl over there? She is.
"Vidanric? I can't find the royal seal." Mel sighed. "Where did you put it this time?
"I didn't move it! You must have. Only subconsciously." Vidanric smiled in an obnoxiously self-satisfied way. Mel, who had found the royal seal, chucked it at his head. Ah, young love.
Before more small objects could be hurled at unsuspecting heads, Vidanric sniffed the air.
"Trouble..." he whispered.
"What is it, my honey-snookle man of mystery?" Mel asked.
"I don't know, but I sense...stupidity...in a large mass...heading this way...and..." Vidanric paused. "Is that chatspeak I hear?"
Mel and Vidanric exchanged a look of pure terror. "Fangirls," they breathed in unison.
"Alert! Alert! We have a Code 407! Alert! This is NOT a drill! I repeat; this is NOT a drill!" Mel screamed out the open window. Servants stopped what they were doing and dove for cover.
The stairs were rattling. They were getting closer. Mel and Vidanric grabbed the nearest piece of furniture and piled it behind the door. It would keep them for awhile, but it wouldn't be long enough. They couldn't jump out the window; it was too far down. There was no escape. They were trapped.
The floor was shaking now. Vidanric and Mel clutched each other. Suddenly, the shaking stopped.
"is dis da kingy's room?" Asked a voice outside the door. There was silence for a few moments until one of the brighter ones said "OMG! it is! it is da kingy's room! Vidanric! OMG r u in hear?"
The floor shook violently as hundreds of fangirls jumped and squealed in unison. There was no escaping it; the fangirls had found Vidanric.