Ballet of Kings and Dolls
Charm Me
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Spoilers: Greta is present in the story and so is Murata (his true identity).
Warnings: Some blood
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Wolfram, as promised, took reluctant steps toward Greta's chambers after instructing Yuri to remain with Greta. As he rounded a corner in the hallway, his strides decreased in speed as his eyes rested upon his journey's end. Vaguely aware of his current situation, Wolfram sensed his palms shaking despite his efforts to steady them.
Just as a precaution, Wolfram had settled for his breeches and the white under shirt he typically wore, accompanied by his boots. If he needed to be physically capable of running, he figured he best be in clothing that he was accustomed to battling in.
Time did not register properly in Wolfram's mind as it mysteriously slowed when his hand grasped the handle to Greta's private quarters. The lump he swallowed descended to the pit of his stomach in an agonizingly slow pace and the temptation to retreat grew stronger.
However, the door clicked and creaked open to reveal the bed and more importantly, the figure sitting upon it.
Miss Maiden's icy stare caught Wolfram's breath and his body ceased to inhale. He stood still even as the door remained ajar, his eyes hauntingly lost. When his brain forced his body to breathe once more, Wolfram temporarily regained consciousness and the ex-prince licked his lips.
Wolfram took a step into the room, then another, until he was approaching the doll. The clicking of his boots reverberating throughout the room only sent chills down his spine. To some extent, however, it returned him to reality and kept him from straying too far in his thoughts.
"Miss Maiden," he whispered and his fingers curled so that his hands formed fists. He waited for a response.
When those icy eyes continued to stare, Wolfram's muscles loosened up and a breath of relieved air escaped him. An amused chuckle erupted from his throat as ran a hand through his thick curls.
"What am I doing?" he asked himself, smiling at his own actions.
"I believe you wanted me to respond."
Every nerve froze in Wolfram.
Hand lowering to its position beside his hip, Wolfram gazed in horror as Miss Maiden's eyes illuminated. At the least, the blonde was convinced they had brightened and were now focusing on his form.
When Wolfram refused to, or perhaps because he could not respond, Miss Maiden's voice rung like a broken lullaby in his mind.
"You never came back for me."
Wolfram jerked his head as if to hurl the words from his mind. "No, you are just a doll. You can't talk. I'm hallucin-"
"Is that what they told you to tell yourself, my Prince?"
Heart skipping a beat, the frozen sensation on Wolfram's limbs melted away so that he could step backward. "You cannot be talking to me! It was…just a spell or…or…"
"Yet I am."
Lost for a rationale, Wolfram desperately asked, "What do you want from me?"
"More than you assume."
Another shake of his head was all Wolfram could perform in a feeble attempt to eradicate the current experience. "No, this…Not again…"
"I'm not done with you. It's no coincidence you found me again."
"I should have tossed you away," Wolfram reprimanded himself.
Miss Maiden's eyes brightened at the remark. "It's not easy to let go of a toy, especially a doll of all things, my Prince."
"Stop calling me that! No more!" Wolfram sobbed, pressing the palms of his hands to his ears though he knew the motion would be futile.
"That boy…The King…"
At the title, Wolfram's tearful eyes pried open and his hands lowered. "Yuri?" he pressed, eyes brimming with hate. "Don't you dare hurt him!"
"You crave for something you won't have. I'm your only friend. We've always been such good friends. You don't really need anyone else."
"No…Not this time. I won't let you," Wolfram insisted with a beastly growl. With all his will power, Wolfram tore away from Miss Maiden's spell and snatched the doll with a brutal grip.
She remained silent even Wolfram shred open the balcony windows apart to reveal the deathly silent night. An aggressive wave of a breeze nearly hurled Wolfram off his feet when he attempted to step outside.
Gaining a secure footing, Wolfram stepped outside, the chilling air keeping him conscious. Raising his arms above his head, Wolfram clutched Miss Maiden in his dire grip. They trembled but not because of the cold.
Biting his lips and narrowing his eyes in frustration, Wolfram's breathing grew ragged. Within his mind, the effort to pitch Miss Maiden over the balcony and deliver her a shattering end grew weaker with each attempt.
A tired moan escaped Wolfram while his arms gently lowered Miss Maiden to a safer level.
"Even if a doll breaks, Wolfram, we can easily be fixed."
With another shake of his head, Wolfram retreated into the confines of Greta's room. "Be quiet," he whispered and made a tough expression in hopes that the doll could not see the fear within. "I don't have time to deal with you. I'll decide what to do with you after the ball."
Wolfram strode out of the room with the doll and made for the direction of his personal chambers.
Miss Maiden, to Wolfram's sanity, kept silent. She was cast into the closet as she once was before and Wolfram did not meet her eyes as she shut the doors to her prison.
Luckily, the doll remained silent as Wolfram crumbled onto his bed in a fitful blob. Face pressed into the palm of his hands, Wolfram's ragged voice said, "Oh Yuri…"
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"Miss Maiden did what?" Gwendel inquired, hoping his ears had somehow misinterpreted the statement.
"She bit me!" Greta pouted, standing on her toes to bend over the desk that Gwendel occupied. With the slightly added height, the young girl presented her bandaged finger for all to witness. "See? She really did!"
Yuri nervously laughed and added, "She was half asleep when she came into the room last night but she really did have a bite mark."
Stroking the bandaged finger lightly, Gwendel's eyes narrowed. "Dolls are mere toys. They do not bite," he grumbled, content that the wrapping was done properly. "It is possible you bit yourself while having a dream."
Greta cast her eyes down. "I guess so. Yeah, you're right," she suddenly stated. "I must have been dreaming."
Shifting her weight to turn, Greta crawled back into a seat and sighed. Yuri smiled at his daughter sympathetically and he gently stroked her wavy locks. "What's important is that you're not hurt badly," he assured her.
Gwendel lifted his eyes from his work and set them on Wolfram. The boy sat at the large table with his chin propped onto an open hand. He looked distant. "Where's the doll now?"
"I put her in a safe place. She broke," Wolfram mumbled in response, his eyes suggesting that his mind was elsewhere.
Conrad and Gwendel caught each other's eyes.
Acknowledging Conrad's discomfort, Gwendel grunted. "I see."
Greta asked, "So the meeting is over, right? That means I can spend time with Yuri and Wolfram now?"
Gwendel's eyes softened at Greta's curious face. "Yes," he said and then looked back to Yuri. "Gunter and His Eminence are already up to date with these details. The ball commences tomorrow evening so be prepared and mind your manners."
Wolfram flinched at the comment and frowned for he knew the last comment was directed at him. "Right…"
"Yipee!" cheered Greta and she latched onto Yuri's arm. "Come on! Let's go play before you get taken away again."
Yuri smiled and nodded in concurrence. "Alright, let's go to the gardens then."
Hand in hand, Yuri and Greta trailed out of the room with Wolfram soon hot on their tails. Conrad normally would have followed right after but sensing Gwendel's intense stare, he remained behind.
"Conrart," Gwendel began, "is the doll…"
Already predicting the question, Conrad answered, "Yes, it is."
"Have you spoken to Yosak about it?"
With a firm nod, Conrad elaborated, "He has also explained the situation to His Eminence."
Gwendel finally set aside his writing utensil and applied pressure to his forehead. "This is not good, Conrart. We're going to have a major problem in our hands and we cannot afford to jeopardize the political situation as it is."
Conrad remained silent for a contemplative moment. "So how will it be done?" he then asked.
With a grave tone, Gwendel instructed, "Yosak will do the general scanning. You and Gunter will remain beside His Majesty as planned."
"What of Wolfram?"
Gwendel shut his eyes and allowed a difficult grunt to escape him. He clasped his hands to steady them while he pondered over Conrad's question.
"Leave Wolfram to me."
-x-X-x-
Gwendel executed the first portion of his plan by obligating Wolfram to spend the majority of that day in preparations for the ball where the boy would be constantly observed. It also prevented Yuri from catching anything of peculiarity.
They had a scheduled ball to maintain and nothing should interfere. After a nearly deadly temper tantrum, Gwendel even rearranged Wolfram's schedule around so that the boy would work night patrol and thus, not be left alone with Yuri. To the blonde's dismay, he was kept company by Yosak, who enjoyed a light teasing now and then.
Day and night passed and the time for the ball had arrived with ease. It was no easy task but Gwendel, now erected beside Wolfram's side, finally felt confident and satisfied with how the time quickly passed.
"I want to be with Yuri," Wolfram muttered, again.
Gwendel nudged the boy to tone down his attitude. "You're here as The King's fiancé, not a warrior and as such, you're expected to separately greet guests. They want to see how you interact when you're not attached at His Majesty's side."
"I still need my sword."
Internally, Gwendel groaned but kept his face calm and collected as another noble flocked at Wolfram's beauty from nearby and undressed the boy with his eyes. Though Gwendel would not admit it openly at the moment, he was quite aware of the craving that would only be satisfied if he slapped the next person who eyed Wolfram inappropriately.
Hoping to distract Wolfram's mind from the obvious onslaughts, Gwendel declared in a voice that only Wolfram could hear, "So I hear you found that doll."
If the circumstances would have permitted it, Gwendel would have been amused at Wolfram's blatant physical reaction to the statement. The boy's eyes had clearly increased in size while every muscle stiffened as if to repel a blow.
"When?" asked Gwendel.
Wolfram's eyes fell down and he mechanically replied, "Just a day ago."
"Where?"
"My closet."
Gwendel nodded, satisfied with Wolfram's honesty. He knew Wolfram would rarely betray him by lying or disobeying his orders. It was an admiration Gwendel used to his advantage in these sorts of situations.
Wolfram's body flinched and Gwendel glanced down to his half brother. "Wolfram…"
"I'm fine, Brother," Wolfram claimed but his voice betrayed the proclamation. "This is why you've been tagging along my side all this time, isn't it?"
Gwendel did not confirm the statement yet he did not deny it. "We were foolish to bury those incidents in the past," he breathed, his eyes flicking over the guests.
"I'll get rid of her," Wolfram stated. "Tonight."
Suspicious, Gwendel suddenly asked, "What of His Majesty? Is he aware of-"
"No!" Wolfram hissed and his mind failed to recall his behavior. "Yuri doesn't need to know."
Gwendel's eyes narrowed but he kept them focused on the crowds. "I see," was all he replied but Wolfram noted that the older man was clearly in deep thought. "Gather yourself, Wolfram. His Eminence approaches."
Wolfram swallowed and collected himself just in the time Murata appeared before them.
"Looking good, Lord von Bielefeld. I notice many decide to keep their eyes on you."
Gwendel and Wolfram looked alert as Murata closed the distance between them. The Great Sage laughed and patted the blonde on the shoulder. His eyes leisurely ingested the brilliance that was Wolfram von Bielefeld.
The boy's typical blue uniform had been cast away, after a brief tantrum, for a magnificent white adornment accompanied by a slight cape that was meant to decorate one shoulder. Enchanted with golden and crimson lace, Wolfram was fit for a king's fiancé and not that of a typical soldier. He also carried no obvious weapon. However, Wolfram did conceal a thin blade in his boot.
"How's Yuri?" was all Wolfram asked, ignoring the boy's teasing comment.
Murata shrugged and replied, "Tired from greeting all the rich nobles and concerned about you."
Wolfram's exhausted demeanor was partially washed away at the comment. "Yuri's worried about me?"
"Well, even he's noticing how many people, particularly men, are coming up to you and being a bit too polite," continued Murata, adding a wink at the end.
Though flushing slightly, both in irritation and embarrassment, Wolfram secretly desired that Yuri was a bit jealous.
Murata smirked at the coral tint to the boy's pale face, "Anyway, he's talking to Lord Varick now. He's the next big guy after you and Shibuya."
Gwendel peered over the heads of various guests and caught sight of an impressive yet peculiar man near Conrad and Yuri. "So he really did show. I wasn't expecting him to since no one has seen him before so why start now. The crest he carries suggests he's the authentic man though."
Wolfram snorted. "Who cares? He just gives a lot of support, especially financially, to the Great Demon Kingdom Alliance, right? It's not that big a deal."
"Well, I suppose it's not that big a deal but considering people began to suspect he was a fake person, it's understandable why people feel so inclined to meet him," Murata suggested, peeking back at Lord Varick.
Tilting his head, Wolfram commented, "His eyes are a creepy silver color. Actually, everything about him reminds me of a frail woodland creature, minus the fact that he's not really thin."
Lord Varick's body tensed and his eyes darted up. As of consequence, they collided with Wolfram's line of sight and the flaxen haired boy flared up. Never had he sensed such uneasiness, especially from an individual.
"I don't like him," Wolfram grumbled, forcing his eyes to glide to the side.
Murata smiled. "You know the man appreciates true beauty. I vaguely heard him say he wants to talk to you next."
With little interest and with less sympathy, Wolfram scoffed, "I'll pass."
"Wolfram," Gwendel muttered beneath a normal breath, indirectly ordering his younger brother to adjust the sharp tongue.
"No worries, Lord von Voltaire. Actually, I was hoping I could speak to you in private for a moment," Murata said as charmingly yet seriously as he was capable of.
Gwendel somewhat turned the line of his mouth into a frown. However, he acknowledged that serious tone Murata was capable of mustering when a subject was of dire importance. "Of course," he agreed.
Murata nodded. "Let's head outside for some fresh air. You won't be missed too much."
"Proceed without me, Wolfram," Gwendel instructed almost reluctantly before he trailed behind the Great Sage. "Stay out of trouble."
When they were out of sight, Wolfram snorted and permitted his muscles to loosen up. Thankfully he had been introduced to all the guests already but he was certain if he appeared to be lonely, someone would approach him in hopes of engaging in small talk.
I am in no mood to chat with these people, Wolfram declared to himself and he cautiously maneuvered around the guests to locate Yuri. The double black had escaped his line of vision by this point in the enormous room.
A noble neared him and Wolfram quickly apologized and excused himself. A success, Wolfram steered around the man and darted his eyes around the area.
His blood froze, chilling his organs to the point of pain.
Miss Maiden stood at the foot of the stairs.
Wolfram, taken aback, forgot to breathe.
He blinked.
Miss Maiden was still standing.
He shut his eyes once more.
"Is something troubling you, Your Eminence?" a grave albeit calm voice inquired.
Wolfram spun around, eyes opening to the easy sight of Lord Varick. "A-Ah…"
The man attempted to smile but the motion was more sadistic than charming. "Lord Varick, Your Eminence Wolfram von Bielefeld. I've been so eager to meet the son who inherited Lady Cecilia's beauty," Varick declared as he offered a respective bow before Wolfram.
"Of…course. Thank you," Wolfram replied politely as he was taught. Stealing a quick glance back, Wolfram noticed that Miss Maiden had vanished from her position.
Varick proceeded to travel over Wolfram's body with his eyes. Though irritating, Wolfram detected it lacked the perversion that the others held. Varick inspected Wolfram like a man would scrutinize a horse or sculpture. They were hunting down any possible flaws.
"It's quite crowded, isn't it?" Varick then stated. "I would very much like to talk to you. Shall we head to the back of the room? It's less crowded there."
Wolfram could only mentally groan but followed the man regardless. Truthfully, there was an aura of disquieting mystery that attracted Wolfram to Lord Varick.
No one has seen him before? How is that even possible? Wolfram asked himself, eyebrows furrowing at the idea. He had little time to track the thought for Varick began speaking as they neared the more secluded area of the room.
"So you are the lucky one to marry His Majesty The Demon King. When I asked him about you, he was very flushed and didn't really respond. Why do you suppose that is?"
Wolfram's blood boiled. How dare he be so pompous to me?!
His mind luckily tamed his tongue as Wolfram replied, "It's just been a long day for him. These balls require much time."
Varick lifted a glass containing alcohol from the table lined across the wall. With a slender finger, the man traced the glass's rims in a provocative gesture. "It almost seemed like he had forgotten you two were engaged."
Wolfram bit his tongue and he sensed his nerves shuddering. "That's quite a bold statement you're saying to me."
"Have you ever considered belonging to someone who would actually treat you with the respect and admiration you deserve, Your Eminence?" Varick asked with a touch of bluntness, oblivious to Wolfram's previous statement.
A hand to his hip, Wolfram huffed, his patience overpowering his manners. "I promised myself to Yuri and are you implying someone else should take me away from all this?" he questioned with a rude bite.
"I would take you."
Wolfram predicted such a proclamation and he waved a dismissive hand. "Please don't bore me with your sexual advances, Lord Varick. It's not worth the wasted energy and frankly, I've heard better."
Lord Varick's smile rusted into a smug smirk. "I'm not sexually interested in you, Your Eminence."
Wolfram, with a bored expression, stared at the taller man. "It sure sounded like an advance," retorted the blonde.
"You're beautiful. I like beautiful things."
"Please," Wolfram mocked and he made to leave the man's company but a frighteningly mighty grip caught his wrist. He was jerked closer to Varick yet their position prevented the others from noticing the forceful action.
Varick's eyes tore Wolfram apart, nerve by nerve.
"Be mine, my Prince."
Wolfram parted his lips in a silent scream.
-x-X-x-
All the artificial lights illuminating the room evaporated, rendering the room still and murky. The pale moonlight, hidden behind the cloud's comfort, failed to offer any assistance through the arched windows. All was black.
From the other side of the room, Yuri gasped. "What the-"
Conrad was quick to grasp his godson's shoulder. "Stay close," he demanded but with a gentle voice.
"Alright, everyone!" Gunter's voice boomed dramatically throughout the entire room. "Please do not be alarmed. Now, it will be safer that we all exit the room and go outside. Those of you wielding fire, please guide the guests out of here safely!"
A few men raised their hands and a miniature inferno engulfed them. Using the make-shift torches, they began organizing the guests between them and offering aid to guide the way out.
"You alright, Your Highness?" Gunter asked, spotting Yuri thanks to the fire of a soldier.
Yuri nodded. "Yeah. That was strange. What happened?" he asked as Conrad ushered him behind the crowd.
Gunter frowned. "I'm not sure. It's just safer if we exit everyone out. You never know if this is a plot by someone to kidnap you," the lavender haired man exasperated, clutching tightly onto Yuri's arm.
Laughing nervously, Yuri mumbled, "Somehow I doubt that. Hey, where's Wolfram? He should be one of the ones having fire, right?"
"Oh, he's probably already outside, Your Highness," Gunter suggested, glancing around to confirm that everyone was being escorted out.
The walls of the room rattled at a blood curdling shriek.
"Wolfram!" Yuri shouted when his brain recognized the sound.
"Get His Majesty out of here!" another voice boomed and Conrad snapped his head in the direction of Yosak's voice.
Trusting Yosak's outburst, Conrad tightened his grip on Yuri and began ushering him out with the guests. The moon, in curiosity perhaps, peeked over the clouds and shed its rays to penetrate through the windows.
The room was lightened and everyone adjusted their eyes to the gentle light. However, it also revealed a ghastly view if one turned to glance back, which Gunter did.
"Lord Varick!"
Many turned their heads in simple instinctual curiosity. Many shouted in confusion while others, in fright. Yuri, however, was stunned at the scene.
Lord Varick's eyes flicked toward the crowd like a beast caught during the climax of his meal. Primeval and furious, Lord Varick pressed the blade closer to Wolfram's neck, nipping the flesh.
Wolfram moaned into the man's hand while his arms clawed at the arms constricting him. The origin of his previous scream had resulted from the malicious gash occupying his side. The hole lacked a tourniquet and it permitted the blood to spill over freely, gliding over the white breeches and tainting the floors.
"Don't move," Varick seethed when those carrying weapons drew them.
Yuri involuntarily flinched when Wolfram's eyes rolled to the back of his head, the loss of blood affecting his physical state. Somewhere beside him he sensed Gwendel and Murata returning.
"Varick! What do you want?!" Yuri bellowed.
Varick replied, "To kill him."
And with that comment and before anyone could strike him down, Varick angled the dagger to tear open Wolfram's exposed throat. Yuri felt his powers intensifying through the vessels in his body but before The Demon King could tear out of Yuri's subconscious, Varick dropped the dagger.
Varick's face slacked and his eyes increased in size. His voice hitched and a beastly howl and croak ripped free from his throat. The man jerked away from Wolfram as if burnt and clutched his own throat. His thrashing sent him sprawling on the ground, jerking like an electrocuted creature.
Wolfram gasped at the sudden release on his body. He stumbled but warrior instinct commanded his muscles to kick the dagger away from Varick in case the man made another attempt on his life.
Yuri was the first to snatch Wolfram and cradle his body before it crashed to the surface. "Wolfram!" he panted and allowed his body to collapse to the floor so that Wolfram did not have to support his own weight. "Hold on."
Amidst Varick's screaming, Yuri, with Conrad's aid, shifted Wolfram away. Pressing his hands on the gash, Yuri applied pressure while calling forth his healing powers.
Gwendel motioned for Murata to stay back as he continued to observe Varick's thrashing. He made a step toward the man but Murata shouted, "Stop! Don't touch him!"
Varick's screams subsided into gurgles as his body grew rigid and stiff. The others looked on as his eyes glazed over while his skin seemingly tightened to form a tough exterior. The skin, now hard, also brightened with a shiny coat.
"Something got to him first," Murata stated after the few minutes of silence passed. He answered the silent question the others had held in their minds. Approaching the still body, the Wise Man crouched beside it. With an index finger, Murata tapped the skin. "It's hard."
"Your Eminence!" Gwendel grunted when the body of Varick began crumbling in on itself, pieces cracking off and disintegrating. "Gunter, get the guests out immediately."
Gunter swallowed with a shaken expression plastered on his handsome face but he quickly gathered himself and began ushering out the frightened crowd with the assistance of the fire wielding soldiers.
Wolfram's eyes fluttered but he somewhat recalled reality. "Yuri…"
"It's over," Yuri whispered, swallowing a hard lump.
Beside Yuri, Conrad glanced away from the dust of ash that was now Lord Varick. "Yosak, tell Gisela to meet us at Wolfram's room.
The spy nodded and made to dash off but Yuri added, "Tell her my room, not Wolfram's!"
Not stopping in his stride, Yosak acknowledged the order.
"How is he?" Gwendel inquired.
Conrad kept pressure on the gash, his hand clasped over Yuri's. "The aim was off I suspect. He lost a lot of blood but thanks to His Highness's quick thinking, he should be alright."
Gwendel examined Wolfram and turned his face away. Murata understood the man's frustration and he was quick to advise, "It's not your fault this happened, Lord von Voltaire."
Silent, Gwendel concentrated his attention on the tiny grains piled upon the bloody tiles. "What the hell happened to him?"
Wolfram parted his lips to speak, "U-Uh…."
"No, just rest, Wolfram! Don't be foolish and make yourself worse," Yuri admonished in a reprimanding yet concerned voice. "You're going to be just fine. I-I promise!"
Murata, however, noted Wolfram's paranoid eyes and the Great Sage shifted on his heels and glanced upward. As he expected, something stood furtively at the top of the stairs.
Miss Maiden's eyes darkened when she spotted Murata staring at her. Her lips curled into a childish smirk as she glided backward.
"I'll be right back," Murata commented. Before anyone inquired, he inserted, "Your priority is calming the guests and healing Lord von Bielefeld."
Conrad narrowed his eyes but deduced that his priorities were not with Murata. Besides, he suspected the Great Sage was getting involved with something that he had no business inquiring about…yet.
As the others tended to Wolfram, Murata ascended up the stairwell. He took a few steps until he resided in a darkened hallway. He waited.
Icy eyes manifested in the darkness.
"You're Miss Maiden," Murata stated.
The doll floated forward, allowing only five feet of a distance between them.
"Strange that a doll moves." he exclaimed while his face expressed a knowing look. "You saved Lord von Bielefeld, didn't you?"
"I know you, Great Sage."
Murata whistled. "So those stories of him hearing you talk are true. Very interesting. You want something though, don't you? I don't have much time."
"Yes. I have something of interest to you, Wise One. I require something in return though."
"Oh? What makes you assume I want to do that?" asked Murata though his theory was growing in validity with every second he spent with the doll.
"Because you are aware of the ballet. My Prince is the star role in what will unfold and as such, so is your precious Demon King. They will…endure much."
Murata contemplated for a brief moment before his lips finally spread into a smile.
"I'm listening."
-x-X-x-
My name is Miss Maiden
Who's the King that rapes the Doll?
The one who rips out your wings
To ensure a deadly fall
Is my name Miss Maiden?
Who's the Doll cloaked with the pall?
Who is pure and who is maimed
In the Ballet of Kings and Dolls?
-x-X-x…END…-x-X-x-
If the story does continue, yes, there will be steamy Yuri and Wolfram moments as suggested in previous installments. I finally got the story a bit in motion. You'll also learn more of the enigmatic scenes that took place in this chapter.
For your information, a pall is typically a gloomy cloth of velvet that covers a coffin.
Let me know your thoughts, please. I had to redo the last scene over four times until I felt more satisfied with the results. You're welcome to still tell me your thoughts on lemon or lime (or both) scenes as well. Thank you in advance to those of you who review and keep the story alive.
Thanks very much for reading!
Mirai Kurosaki