The country house

They entered the small house. Levy first, then Gajeel, followed by two maids. He watched the other three people started their quest. He looked around the house. His mother's favourite house. It made sense if they found the letters there. Now it became Levy's favourite place.

"Gajeel, you're supposed to help find the letters, not standing there watching us working," Levy said. Turned her head forward, she added, "...eventhough you're the king."

Gajeel cleared his throat, earned the two maids' attentions. He tilted his head a little and the maids immediately left. Levy's eyes followed the maids until they disappeared behind the door, and then she looked at her husband.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Her eyes followed his every movement.

He didn't reply. He locked the door right after the maids left. He went to the window, closed it and locked it. He turned to her, grinned widely.

"W - what are y-you doing?" she asked again, stutterred. Her heart accelerated.

Now, they were left alone in the small house. The two of them. And he had been grinning widely, staring right into her eyes.

"We have to be careful," he said, made his way toward her.

Careful? What did he mean by 'careful'? She tried to remain calm, but her heart couldn't stop pounding, trying to break her chest. Was he going to do something? They were alone after all. Wait! They were married. So he was allowed to do anything. They were allowed to do anything! Her face flushed. Sweats formed on her forehead. Her breathing shallow and fast.

"Gajeel?"

Instead of stopped at her, he went ahead to a big closet on one corner of the house and opened it. Levy blinked a few times. Yeah, of course! Levy mentally scolded herself for imagining things.

He looked inside and touched every single thing in it. He then closed the closet. He took one chair from the other side of the house and brought back to the closet. He placed it steadily in front of it and carefully climbed on it. He searched on top of the closet. After that, he came down with a wooden box in his hands. Seeing the box, Levy joined him.

They sat on the furry carpet at the coffee table. The box was covered with a thick layer of dust. It had resided on the closet for years. He placed the box on the table. Then he blew the dusts off the box. However it made both of them coughed as the dusts invaded their lungs. She hit him on his shoulder, made him laughed in between his coughs. When their coughs slowly subsided, he opened the wooden box.

"What is this?" she asked.

The inner part of the box was lined with red velvety cloth. There were a few things inside it. But no letters. His face showed a little bit of disappointment.

"I thought we might find it here," he said. She took out a brown wooden comb. "This was my mother's secret stash," he added.

"Secret?" Which was why he sent the maids away.

He smirked. "This..." He pointed to the comb. "...was my father's first gift to her." He saw her mouth rounded made an 'o' while nodded lightly. "She was hopeless romantic."

"I would do the same. The first gift from my love," she said, still examining the finesse of its design.

"Gosh." She looked up, got him smirking at her. "You girls are all like that. Holding onto something ridiculous," he said.

She ignored him, took something else out of the box. A handkerchief with initial letters embroidered onto it. Y and C. Gajeel raised his brows when she looked at him again.

"Actually it's the thought that matters. You don't have to get me something expensive or big. Even if it's the simplest thing. The thought that you think of me when you see that thing is enough."

"Ew." She laughed nervously. "You are exactly like her. She said the same thing."

"See? Even your mother agreed with me."

"So, what do you want?" he asked, checking other things in the box.

"Want what?" she asked back.

"You want me to give you something, didn't you?"

She narrowed her eyes. "It wasn't like that. It didn't work like that."

"If you're not telling me, how am I going to know what you want?"

"Like I said, it doesn't matter. It's the thought that count. Even if you didn't get me anything, it doesn't matter."

"But you want something, didn't you?"

"No."

"So you don't want anything?"

"Are you dumb or pretending to be?" she snapped. She pressed her lips together, almost gritted her teeth.

"Why are you upset? I just asked."

"Whatever." She stood up, but he pulled her by the hand, made her fell onto his lap. He gasped, hid the pain. His hands securely on her back and her hands wrapped around his neck. Their close proximity made both of them loss of word. Her brown orbs stared down into his red eyes.

"I - " He tried to make a proper word, yet nothing made.

"Maybe, just telling me what you want make it easier for me," he said, half whispered. He glanced at her lips sometimes, and her brown orbs sometimes.

"It doesn't matter," she said, half whispered. She noticed how his red eyes had been staring at her lips, occasionally glanced straight into her eyes. "Maybe just you..." She leaned closer. Her hand moved to his cheek. "...is en..." Their lips brushed lightly.

Knocks on the door pulled them away. Took deep breaths they didn't notice they had been holding. They both turned to the door, still in each other embraces.

"You Highness, Ms Grandine is here," a voice from the other side called.

"Ms Grandine." She leapt onto her feet and ran to the door. Immediately unlocked it. A maid stood at the door. Behind her was a woman in late fifties, pink hair, dressed in white and yellow cloak. She was holding a dark brown bag. "Ms Grandine, please come in."

She first met Ms Grandine when she treated Gajeel of his last injuries. She was in the palace the moment they brought Gajeel in. She gasped at the first sight of her.

The woman stepped forward and made her way to the young king. She sat on his left, set her bag next to her. They were stain of blood on his pants, where he had injured before.

"You have been walking around, didn't you? Now you bleed again," the woman said.

He glanced to his wife, who'd stood quietly behind the pink-haired woman. "It's not that." He saw her mouthed 'sorry'.

"You never listened to me."

"It's not that serious," he cut off.

The woman pushed his head a little. "Listen to me for once. You're not a little child anymore. You're even married now."

"You kept nagging about the same thing every time you came here. I already know what you're going to say."

She pushed his head again. "Because you kept doing the same thing to yourself."

"I'm not."

She poked on his injured chest. He groaned.

"What the hell, woman?!"

"Take off your shirt." No action from the young king, made her repeated, "Take off your shirt. Your wounds need to be cleaned daily. I'll teach your wife how to clean it. Come here."

Levy joined them, sat next to the doctor. However the old woman moved from her spot, asked her to sit next to the king. He turns his eyes away while pulling the shirt off of his body. He was bandaged on his chest and his torso.

"First, make sure that your hands are clean. Wash your hands before touch the wound." Levy nodded. She carefully touched the bandage when the woman stopped her, "Before that, are you okay with blood? Some people couldn't stand the sight and smell of blood."

"I'm fine," the bluenette replied, nodded confidently.

The old doctor then began giving instruction to the young queen. Gajeel sat quietly while his wife un-bandaged him. He glanced at the blue-haired once in a while, then to the pink-haired. The older woman smirked. Levy had to lean on him to unwrap the bandage behind him. He froze at the feeling of her body against him. Her breaths blew on his ear every time she leaned in. He stared at her head when she was dressing the wound. She muttered 'sorry' when he hissed because she put too much pressure on the wound.

After that, she began bandaging him back. She leaned on him again when she couldn't reach the back. Tried to pass the roll to the other hand, she leaned even more. "Oi!" She almost toppled them over but he grabbed her with one hand and stabilized his body with the others. She held on tightly to his neck, shut her eyes off afraid that they fell onto the floor. "Oi," he called softly, almost a whisper. She slowly opened her eyes and lifted her body from him.

"I'm sorry. I can't reach the back," she muttered.

He took the roll from her and shook his head to her. She climbed down from him and went behind him. He glared at the old woman who had been smiling the whole time in front of him. He wrapped it over his chest and passed it to her behind him. She did the same and then handed it to him. Until the roll reached its end. She securely taped it on his back.

"It's not that hard to dress a wound. If anything, you can ask Wendy." The old woman stood up and headed to the door. "Do the same thing to his other wounds," she reminded. Levy followed the old woman.

"I'll be back," the young queen said before disappeared behind the door.

Gajeel watched her left, ran after the pink-haired doctor. He brushed the back of his neck. Realized how they had gotten closer. Honestly, he didn't use to it yet. But her company was relaxing. He wasn't really good opening up to people. However, the blue-haired never stopped coming at him.

The King's chamber

"Why are we here? This is Levy's and Gajeel's room," Lucy asked.

Natsu stared at her with confused face. He ran out of the room and came back in after a few seconds. "They didn't change their room?" he asked, with even more confused face.

"Are you really brothers?" she wondered, narrowed her eyes toward the pink-haired prince.

"He supposed to take the King's room. The biggest room, the best room in the palace. What the hell was he thinking?"

"So, this is not the King's room?" she asked.

"Well, he's now a king, this should be the King's room, I supposed," he answered.

"And you didn't know that he didn't change his room after his coronation?"

"I went to my training at the border," he said almost a whisper. He went and laid his back on the bed, with his arms spread to his sides. "What the hell was he thinking?" He stared to the ceiling. "We used to fight over that room. The King's chamber. When we were little. He said, he was the oldest, he would be the king and get that room. I said it would be me to be the king and slept in that room." He laughed. A short one. A sad one. "That was before our mother died." He pushed his back to sit. "You know..." Lucy went to sit next to him. "...I always blamed him for what happened to Mother. I thought he failed to protect Mother." He took a deep breath. Lucy touched his hand and gripped it tightly. "When..." He paused. Tried to swallow the lump in his throat. "When we were attacked that day, I was really grateful that you were safe. I'll carry the blame my entire life if anything happened to you." He shook his head, released a shivered chuckles. "I was so stupid. That is what he'd been through his entire life, and all I did was reminded him over and over again."

"Natsu."

The prince smiled bitterly. He jumped onto his feet, taking a deep breath of encouragement.

"We're not going to find those letters here. So we're going to my father's chamber." He headed to the door. Lucy followed right behind him.

The Royal Library

"What are we searching actually?" Juvia asked.

"Apparently, there was letters from Mother's late sister. I'm not really sure why we're looking for that letters. It's important, they said," Wendy answered.

"And, of all places, why are we stationed here? This place is full of books. Those letters supposed to be precious items to the late queen. Do you really think she would keep it in the library?"

"Yeah, made sense. Then why Mira-san put us here?"

Juvia nodded smilingly.

"Simple. She didn't want us to disturb the others."

"Disturb? Isn't it much better if we help others? We might find the letters much faster."

Juvia shook her head. How innocent Wendy was.

"By the way, Natsu and Princess Lucy, are they having something?"

"Oh, Lucy helped Natsu the other day when Natsu went to her country to find out about Mother's late sister. And she followed him back here," Wendy explained. "Which reminds me that they are going to North tomorrow. They need to see someone to get such letters too."

"North?" The older woman's eyes sparkled. "Like the country North?" Wendy nodded. Juvia gasped. She immediately ran to the door. But then she returned back to the princess. "Tell Natsu I'm coming with him whether he likes it or not. Now, I need to see Papa."

The older bluenette ran out of the library before the princess could say anything.

The King's chamber

Jellal stood in front of the door. Erza and two maids waited behind him. He had been stand there for a full five minutes. She narrowed her eyes. She was about to touch his shoulder when he turned around.

"I'm sorry. I can't let you in," he said, glanced at the red-haired princess.

"What?"

"This is the late king's chamber. It hadn't been use since the late king passed away. It...sacred." Erza rolled her eyes. "I'll go in and have a quick check. I won't be long," he said. He bowed before the princess and entered the room. A mild click sounded as he locked the door.

Erza sighed. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Get me the key," she said, couldn't wait any longer.

She immediately unlocked the door once the maid handed her the key and entered the room. The bluenette spun around when he heard the door opened.

"Erza..." he opened his mouth to say something but being cut off by the princess.

"Shut up and starts looking," she said.

They started their searches from the opposite sides. Tables, wardrobes, shelves, vases.

"Has anyone entered this room after the late king died?" Erza asked, while continuing her search.

"The maids come in daily for cleaning," he answered.

"Is there any possibility they found the letters first?"

Jellal straightened his back. There were always possibilities someone else found the letters before them. They could be allies or … traitors.

"You're always thinking. You do it a lot." Her voice snapped him out of his thought. "But your brain works much faster in a fight. Couldn't your brain work as fast with other things?"

He looked at her. He could sense she was annoyed.

"Erza…"

"I love you." She stood with her back on him. "I would do anything to be with you." She then turned her head to him. "Is that not enough for you?" she asked.

"It's not about that," he said, turned his body fully faced her.

"Then what's it about? I thought that's what we have between us." She had been a little bit impatient.

"It's not easy to leave everything and starts a different life." They stepped toward each other.

"I got you. It's not enough?" She stared into his eyes. "Unless that's what stopping you…"

"It's not about me." He stopped her mid-sentence.

"So you're going to put the blame on me?" They faced each other.

"Erza." He placed his hands on her shoulders, tried to calm her down. "It's me. I'm robbing you from the life you've been living in, from your family. From your people. I – " He took a deep breath, worked his brain to think. "I lived my life alone. It wasn't hard for me to go back to where I started. But it's not fair for you." He took another deep breath. "Maybe we're not…"

"Teach me then," she said, not letting him finished his words. "As long as you're with me, I'll be fine."

He brushed her cheek, close to her lips.

"You are the best gift I ever had. It's hard for me to ruin you."

She placed her hands on his chest. "Then, don't."

They closed their gaps. Leaned in and kissed. Soft on each other's lips. His hand fell on her waist, pulled her closer with his other hand on her cheek. Caressed lightly as he nibbled on her lower lip.

"I'm sorry," he whispered when they broke, gasped for air. She chuckled and mumbled, "Idiot."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Soft and slow, savouring the taste of his mouth on hers.

The door pushed opened and Natsu and Lucy appeared at the door, announced, "Now I present you…" They both froze at the door with the sight of the blue-haired general and the red-haired princess. None of them noticed the other two. "Wha…" Lucy covered his mouth with her hand, not interrupted the couple. "Shut up," she whispered. Lucy then knocked on the door three times. Twice.

Finally they got their attentions. They broke their kiss and Erza turned her head to the door. They then slowly unwrapped from each other.

"What are you doing here?" Erza asked. "This is not your place."

"Yes, we're from Gajeel's and Levy's room," Lucy answered.

"Definitely the letters not there," Natsu added.

The general and the princess headed to the door. Joined the other two.

"We've checked here. It's not here too," Erza said.

"Are you sure? You seemed pretty busy…" Lucy nudged Natsu on his ribs, stopped his ridiculous question.

They stepped out of the room. Erza locked the room and returned the key to the maids. She walked with Lucy next to her while Jellal and Natsu behind them. Lucy playfully bumped on Erza's shoulder, made the older princess bumped her back. Lucy giggled. Glanced through her lashes, she saw Erza was smiling.

The King's Study

"This is your idea of finding the letters? You have other agenda didn't you?" Laxus asked.

Mirajane smiled widely. "Well, better than your idea of standing, holding hands with you best friend in the king's study, watched the king and his brother messing up the place," she stated.

Laxus rolled his eyes. A servant and he lifted the shelf that had its feet broken, while another servant put bricks under it to make it stand straight. Then they arranged books that had been checked neatly on the shelf. On the other hand, Mirajane checked the other shelves.

"Laxus~" she sang.

The man glared at her through the corner of his eyes. She grinned at him and pointed to the upper shelf. Asking his help to take the books far from her reach. He went to her side and lifted his hand to the upper shelf. He took one and gave it to her. Before she could put the book down, he gave her another one. And another. And another. Till she almost fell from the heaviness of the books. "Wait!" Luckily,the servants immediately came to her aid. They took the books from her and placed them on the table. She pouted, made the man smirked.

"Are you trying to kill me?" she asked.

"I thought you said that you were good with your hands. Then you should be able to hold all the books at once," he said, smirked at her.

"Yes, I'm also good at strangling people." Made the general laughed.

Laxus went back to putting books back on to the shelves when the princess called him again. "Have you ever thought that there's someone in the palace that might not share your idea?" He raised his brow.

"There is. Just I didn't know who," he honestly answered. He noticed that the servants glanced at him when he said it.

"Of all people, who do you trust the most?" she asked.

"Certainly not you."

She chuckled. She waved her hand, called him to come to her. He did. "I might know who," she whispered to his ear. He stared at her, trying to search if she was joking. She was there for a few days and she found the fucking traitor?

"Tell me," he demanded.

The woman chuckled. "You know, rumours and gossips aren't as useless as it sounds," she said. She picked up another book from his hand. "I have been wondering…" She glanced to the general. "…how close was the late king and queen with the nobleman…" She paused, appeared thinking. "…Lord Damien Loxar?"

Laxus raised his brows. Wondered why she brought the old man up. He took another book from the upper shelf and gave it to her. "He seemed to know a lot of things," she said.

"He's the family friend. The closest," he answered. "You doubt him?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Not the slightest. Just wonder…" She glanced at him through her lashes. "…how long he's gonna last." She smirked.

He stared at her. He got what she was implying. He agreed that the old man had onboard since the very beginning, he assumed. He knew a lot of thing. That definitely put him at stake. He even might be aware of that.

"Keep searching," he said to them, while headed to the door.

He ran down to the foyer. Honestly, he didn't like that noble man, but he was part of the team. He'd guarded the king that he forgot about the old man. Maybe he always thought that old man could take care of himself compared to the royal siblings.

"General, where are you going?"

He met the young queen, the old doctor, the little princess and the daughter of the man that he needed to see at the moment.

"Are you going back home?" he asked Juvia. "Come, I need to see your father." They bowed before the queen and immediately jumped into the carriage.

"Why are they in a hurry?" Levy asked. Wendy shrugged while Grandine watched the blonde general left in the carriage.

"Wendy, do you mind if I send Ms Grandine home?" the queen asked.

The princess nodded smilingly. "Sure. I can show you around the house later. It's not big but it's fascinating."

"Wendy, I mean I send Ms Grandine home. You stay here."

The princess face changed confused. She glanced to her teacher. Seeing her teacher smiled at her, she agreed. Levy thanked her, then invited the old doctor into a carriage that just arrived. Wendy waved at them and retreated into the building.

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The young queen got out of the carriage, hand held one of the accompanying servants. She watched the old doctor walked away from her, disappeared into the house in front of her. It was an old house. There was an apple tree next to the house. Other than that, there was no other decorations. Just surrounding bushes and trees. She went into the house.

"You live here?" she asked. The old woman was preparing some tea for her royal guest.

"You wasn't expecting this kind of house?" she asked back. She motioned them to sit at the dining table in the kitchen area. There wasn't much furniture in the house. Only a few shelves with bottles of coloured liquids she guessed where drugs.

"Well, you're Wendy's tutor. I was expecting something a bit better than this. I'm sorry," she apologized.

The old woman smiled. "You are different from you mother," she stated.

Levy stared at the woman. She had a lot of things unspoken in her mind, yet the old woman just said it straight to her face. "I – "

"How's Freed doing?" Another question hit her.

"Do – do you know why I'm here?" she asked. Her eyes still widened out of surprise. The old woman smiled more.

"Your mother would just said whatever she had in her mind. Just like when I was leaving."

"So it's really you," the queen sighed. "Never thought that I'll find you here." She frowned.

"I never regretted that I left the palace." Her smile faded. "Just that I wished I could bring Freed with me."

"Why did you left?"

"I spent my life learned about illnesses and medicines. That was when I found him. My husband. He had been sick his entire life. No medicine could cure him. I was a royal. I was bound to marry another royal. Then I married to a distant cousin. I had Freed not long after that. But never once I forgot about him. How his illness got worse. I kept myself informed about his condition."

Levy listened quietly to the woman. She never knew the real story behind her leaving the palace. Right now, she sat with her, listened to her story. She looked very calm, rather satisfied with her decision.

"Ivan." Her brother's name came out of the older woman's mouth. "He got a woman pregnant and married her." She paused. "I made a deal with him. For him to go back to the palace, for me to leave. I convinced your father to accept him back, had his position back to him. In exchange, I got to divorce my royal husband and left the palace. Then I married my current husband. He died after three years."

"Why didn't you come back? Freed-san…"

"I embarrassed. I left him for another man. I don't have the gut to even look at him."

"I think he would be happy to see you." Levy held the woman's hand. "I'm glad that I found you. At least now I know how my mother look like when she was alive."

"You should go back now. It's not really safe to stay outside long."

"So you know what happened?"

"I am aware of what happened here."

They walked to the door.

"Do you mind if…" Grandine hugged the young queen before she could finish her words. She held her tight in her embrace. The younger one grew up without mother, she might wonder how it felt to hug her own mother. The young queen startled at first, but then she slowly raised her hands and hugged her back. It felt good. Warm and lovingly.

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He cursed quietly. They had been panicked for nothing. That was because that stupid old man. He remembered the way his blonde general grinned when he handed him the letters. The old man definitely laughed to his face if he was there. He had been holding those letters for quite sometimes, yet he didn't know how important those letters were. Stupid old man!

He saw the small figure of his wife as he entered the room. She was standing at the balcony, hugging herself. He didn't notice when she came back from the old doctor's house. He went and joined her, absorbed the dark scenery of the night.

"Hi," she greeted smiling at him. "It's quite relaxing to have this view from here." He raised his brows at her. "I went to your father's room just now. It had the view of the city. Quite nice, actually. But I like this view better."

He leaned his back against the handrail, watched her carefully. She glanced at him then averted her gaze away.

"There was nothing to see here." It was dark. If they could see anything, it was just a field of grass till beyond the horizon. "It felt so good because you didn't actually watching. What's wrong?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"That's what keeping you awake and stared into the dark?" she asked. He smirked and lightly nodded. She turned around, leaned her back against the handrail.

"You said you came back to me, but you didn't. Instead you chose to hide yourself here. I thought you love keeping tabs where I've been all day," he said.

"I need time for myself today," she said, turned her head away. He knew she was hiding something.

"You didn't let me have time for myself, do you think you have that privilege?" His hand sneaked up to her, touched her arm. She turned her body away, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him. They both startled when she fell into his arms.

"Gajeel." She hid her face on his chest. Her hands clung to his shirt. He carefully placed his hands on her lower back.

"What's wrong?" He rested his chin on her head.

"If you have a better choice, would you marry her?" His forehead wrinkled at her question.

"If I have it my way, I wouldn't even get married. I didn't know you when I marry you, what makes you think that I know anyone else?"

She nodded on his chest. Made sense. "You might have a better choice." She looked up to him at his claim. She rested her head back on his chest.

"You know, when we first met, I thought you're the worst person I've ever met." Her hands lowered to his waist.

"No doubt," he cut in. She heard him chuckled.

"Turned out I am even worse." He made a full-of-question 'hmm' sound. "You would oppose to anything. Natsu wasn't serious about anything. Juvia would always around no matter where you were. I thought only Wendy looked a little bit normal."

"Are you jealous with Juvia?" he asked. She knew he was grinning.

"My family is far different than normal. I have a brother who'd abandon his child and obsessed with that one royal rule. He is even next in line for the throne. My cousin chose to be a soldier, refused his right for the throne. And today…" She adjusted her head, rested her forehead on his chest. "…I found out that Wendy's tutor is my mother's twin sister who abandon her child and her royal status for a man she loved."

She took a deep breath.

"I may have a better choice, but I myself is not a better choice. I – " She stopped as she felt his arms tighten over her body. "Gajeel, my family is bringing you down. I'm bringing you down."

"If you tell me all these when we first met, I would gladly send you back home. Now – " He calmly inhaled and exhaled. " – I don't know what I would do now."

She broke her hug, looked up to his face. He glanced down to her, then immediately looked away. His face turned reddish.

"So you won't send me away?" she asked. When he looked back at her, she was still staring at him.

"Well, w – we're married, y – you know. I can't just send you back for such things," he stuttered. Looked at everything but her.

She raised her hands to his face and pulled him to hers. They stared into each other's eyes. She smiled bitterly.

"I'll protect you," he said.

He leaned closer as his eyes gazed upon her pink lips.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

They pulled away from each other. His hands on her waist and her hands on his chest. The knocks heard again, much louder than before. Gajeel moved from her body and headed to the door. He cursed quietly under his breath. He opened the door.

Natsu stood in front of him with the blonde princess on his tail. Levy peeked from behind her husband.

"We're leaving tonight." Natsu rubbed his head, had no idea what else to say. Levy slipped out through them and pulled Lucy away from the brothers.

"Okay," the king answered short.

"Okay." Natsu nodded. He glanced to the female best friends. "I – w – we should get going. I have to pick Juvia at her house."

Gajeel raised his brows. "Juvia?"

"Yeah, she insisted on coming with us. She'll be fine. I'll take care of her," the pink-haired assured.

"Hope you won't get killed by that old man." Gajeel grinned. Natsu nodded, gave a nervous laugh.

"I – I'll see you around," he said, while turning his back to his brother.

He saw his retreating back. The blonde princess immediately finished her conversation with Levy and ran after him. The wife then came joined him at the door frame.

"He'll be fine. Don't worry," she assured.

He glanced at her. "I'm not worry about him." Levy chuckled. He gently pulled her inside and closed the door. "He'll take care of your Juvia too."

Without letting go of her hand, he pushed her against the door. His other hand rested above her head. Her eyes widened, stared into his red ruby eyes.

"So, where were we?" He grinned widely.

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