"Your Highness..." Angelique gently shook the princess. "You are late for breakfast, Princess." Rebecca blinked sleepily, then sat up at a ridiculous speed.
"Late? Quickly, Angelique. Please fetch my morning gown and petticoats." How am I late? I'm always the one to wake up with the sun...oh. Memories of the night before flooded her brain. What have I done?
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Rebecca was feeling very out of sorts at breakfast. She sipped her tea, hoping to calm her slightly frayed nerves.
Her mother glared at her. "We have not said grace yet, Rebecca."
The brunette quickly put down her tea cup, almost breaking it. Her father murmured the same words he said at every meal, and they began to dine in prickly silence.
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Elijah groaned and rolled over. He had a devilish headache, and it didn't show any sign of subsiding.
Gilbert laughed, but shut up when a frying pan was flung inches away from his head.
"This is why you need to drink more often! You'll get a better alcohol tolerance like me! Even though I have beer for blood, I pride myself on my awesome ability to handle my liquor."
The green-eyed man hissed in pain and tried to go back to sleep.
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The cloaked man stole away, cursing under his breath. He ducked into a filthy alleyway.
"Did ye do it yet?" His contact hissed slimily.
"Nay. Some boy who thinks hisself noble saved 'er."
"A noble one?" The evident leader sighed. "I suppose we'll have to deal with 'im too."
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Rebecca was pacing. Up to the window, back across the rug, to the painting of her family on the wall. Feliciano was quiet, for once. Perched lightly on the polished vanity stool, he appeared to be knitting something with sky-blue yarn that had an odd, silvery tint.
Rebecca stopped.
Feliciano looked up. "Principessa? What's wrong?" Tears almost stilled in his amber-coloured eyes. "Did you have a bad time? Oh dear. I'll go make some pasta..."
Rebecca shook her head. "No, it's not that." She sat down thoughtfully. "You see...I met a man...and he was very kind to me. And very handsome." The princess took off her glasses and started polishing them.
Feliciano's eyes shot open, then narrowed with a knowing look. "Oh...the princess found a pretty one, did she now?" He swayed smugly back and forth.
Rebecca spun around and frowned. "Yes, he was quite handsome, but THAT is NOT the POINT." The Italian tilted his head.
"What is the point, then?"
Rebecca groaned. "I really haven't a clue. I went out, which I've never done, and was...," here, she blushed, "manhandled. But that's not what I'll remember in the future. I'll remember the good parts. And now I feel ill." She sank gracefully on the couch and pushed her glasses further up her nose.
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"Oi, Gilbert. You appear to be thinking. Should I be worried?" Elijah laughed. Gilbert growled halfheartedly.
"Gilbert?"
"Yes, Elijah?"
"Is there a problem?" At this, the red eyes rolled up and shut. The albino flopped backwards on the ground.
"I saw her." Elijah thought for a moment.
"Fantastic! So you-"
"I tried. She wouldn't talk to me."
Ooooh PruCan cliffhanger! *should be studying for exams* So how am I doing? I fail at making this story funny... Sad lack of reviews is sad :(. Reviewers will be given Pocky and the shirtless Hitachiin Twin, Italy twin, or North American of their choice. Whotaku out.
