A/N: The first drabble was requested by Foxy and the second by YonakaKoukiPrince.

Of Attention and Help

Word Count: 300

"You will not be able to escape this time, Raizel. I swear by my title as the Lord, I will make you into a proper man today!" the blond haired ruler mumbled to himself between bouts of hushed laughter.

Gejutel sweat dropped at the Lord's disturbing behavior. He is becoming more dangerous by the century.

Attack, my lovely ladies! the Lord conveyed mutely to every female present at the ball.

I wonder when it will dawn on him that his daughter is amongst those females as well… Gejutel mused with a wary expression, wisely choosing not to share this thought. Instead, he focused his attention to the dark haired male in the center of the luxurious ball.

Raizel looked as if carved from stone while he stood rigidly still, ignoring all the starry-eyed women crowding him in a tight circle. Gejutel could not discern any emotion on the stoic being's features, yet he could swear the dark haired man did not appreciate all the attention he was receiving. Abruptly, his crimson gaze connected with Gejutel's and the white haired man saw a portion of the silent man's thoughts.

An awkward help me was painfully reflected in those intense scarlet orbs.

Gejutel suppressed a heavy sigh as he prepared to rescue their symbol of power from this unfavorable situation. He wondered how he could be so weak to female wiles before the Lord let out a hissed scream beside him.

"How does that peacock dare touch my daughter!?" the Lord bellowed angrily, his elegant features strained with rage.

You brought this on yourself by forcing those females on my master, you old lunatic. Have a taste of your own medicine. Frankenstein seethed with sadistic satisfaction, pressing a hand on Raskreia's back casually.

Someone please change places with me, Gejutel pleaded, resigned.

Of Sharks and Frustration

Word Count: 150

"Where's the bastard who had the brilliant idea to bury our loot in this island!? I'll feed him to the sharks if we survive this!" the captain of the pirate ship hollered with vengeance. His pirate crew had discovered this seemingly uninhabited island by accident and decided to use it as their hide-out. Yet as soon as they had stepped foot on land, they had been assaulted by a barrage of powerful explosions.

"How long are you going to take out your frustration on these poor humans, Karias? Even using your soul weapon…" Rozaria clicked her tongue at the blond noble with a deep scowl.

"I do not understand why the Lord punishes me so. Why am I not allowed to attend any banquets for a whole century!?" Karias cried out with misery.

"Because you dared to address his daughter as Nunim," Rozaria barked, whacking him on the head hard.

Of Dresses and Scandals

Word Count: 100

"No," the Lord shook his head with emphasis.

"But, Father, I quite like it," Raskreia argued with a small pout.

"Absolutely not! I forbid it!" he insisted with fervor, a tick forming in his jaw.

"I do not see why I cannot wear this dress," the black haired woman huffed with defiance.

"This dress is too revealing – scandalous!" the Lord finally exploded with a disgruntled expression.

"You are over-exaggerating, Lord," Gejutel cut in with a placating tone.

"I'm issuing an official dress code for women. All dresses must cover the body from neck to ankles!" the Lord decreed with finality.