A/N: The first drabble is a continuation of Urokai's visit to Rai's mansion as requested by Foxy.

Of Radicchios and Torture

Word Count: 150

"That perverted radicchio! When I catch him, I will cut him in tiny pieces and serve him as a salad!" Frankenstein cursed passionately as he dragged his feet inside the mansion in search of Urokai when he finally regained his senses.

"Frankenstein," Raizel's voice broke through his vicious musings of subjecting the redheaded noble in various tortures, bringing him back to reality.

"Master! Are you well? Where is that perverted freak?" Frankenstein asked worriedly as he saw no sign of the intruder.

"He insisted on serving me tea. He is in the kitchen," the dark haired man replied with a passive expression.

"He is defiling my kitchen!? The nerve of that man knows no boundaries! Today is your funeral, Urokai!" Frankenstein seethed with rage as he walked towards the kitchen with a dark aura.

"I hope he does not destroy the mansion," Raizel commented to himself with a small sigh.

Of Birthdays and Assumptions

Word Count: 250

"I have been wondering for a while now, Gejutel. When is Cadis Etrama di Raizel's birthday?" the Lord asked towards the seasoned noble with a thoughtful expression.

"I… do not have the faintest clue," Gejutel replied with an equally confused expression, taken aback by the question.

"Hmm… perhaps he does not remember himself? In that case, I will decide a day for his birthday!" the Lord exclaimed with utter joy at his profound solution.

"Why do you not ask him first before you make such assumptions, my Lord?" Gejutel tried to dissuade the blond man from taking such liberties where the Noblesse was concerned.

"I did ask him when I gifted him with those earrings. Do you know what his reply was?" the Lord revealed with displeasure coating his tone.

"I was present at the time, my Lord; however, I do not recall Raizel-nim's answer," Gejutel replied skeptically, trying to remember how he had missed such important information.

"Neither do I because he did not reply as usual. That lad… one would think he was mute," the Lord huffed with a slight pout.

"He is a man of few words, yes," Gejutel agreed with a small nod.

"I have decided we should celebrate his birthday today from this day forward! Inform the clan leaders of this and make the preparations! Tonight we will have a banquet to celebrate the Noblesse's birthday!" the Lord announced ecstatically.

Basically, you merely wished for an opportunity to throw a party, Lord… Gejutel mused with a heavy sigh.

Of Knights and Dragons

Word Count: 250

"Gejutel K. Landegre!" a booming voice called for the noble's attention as he was approaching the castle's entrance in measured steps.

"L-lord?" Gejutel mumbled with disbelief carved on his elegant features as he caught sight of the lord marching towards him on a magnificent white horse.

"Why are you not riding the horse I gifted you with? As my knight you should accompany me in my quest to slay the dragon and rescue the fair maiden locked in the tower!" the Lord exclaimed with excitement.

"I did receive your gift, my Lord. I was coming to ask for the reason behind it," Gejutel replied with a perplexed expression.

"We are reenacting an old fairytale! Oh, well, you might not have a horse, but you still have a lance. It will have to do! Come now, Gejutel! The fair maiden awaits our rescue!" the Lord shouted joyfully, pointing with his sword towards the direction of the highest tower.

"I-is that Raskreia-nim?" Gejutel sputtered, amazed when he recognized her figure on the large window.

"Of course! Who else could play the role of the maiden? Let us hurry now, my knight! We must kill the vicious dragon and free the princess!" the Lord announced as he spurred his horse into a gallop.

"Kill!? I was told we were playing make-belief, my Lord!" a worried voice shouted from afar after the blond man's proclamation.

Is that Roctis-nim dressed in a black dragon's costume!? Gejutel thought flabbergasted when he recognized the other noble's voice.