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       ❝… My Lord? Can... Can you hear me? I was sent to check on you, Kojirō. Are you in here?❞

Fumihide quietly shuts the door behind him, peering around the room. His master’s younger brother was nowhere to be seen, but the room was in total disarray, as if a storm had raged its way through this room and this room of the manor only. Had something happened? Instinctively, he places his palm on the handle of his sword, suspicion beginning to swell inside his gut. Oh, if something had happened to the young lord, he’d never forgive himself.

[dualkunai]

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【 “Ohoho...don't you remind me of a certain someone I know! And no, it is sadly not to my liking.” 】

[sleepy-strategist]

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[feralblxssom-blog]

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         Kaihime was utterly blinded by his stunning physique —  if only she knew his true nature.

                               Callous. Merciless. Cold.

         Yet his profile was comparable to that of a god. And she craved such magnificence of a man              to be present within her life. Of course, the Bear Princess wasn’t that shallow so as to focus                purely on aesthetics. But they did assist in her initial interest in a member of the opposite sex.                                                         Okay Kai, just act casual. 

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Are you a vampire coming to get his prey? if so I prefer you to not suck my blood..."

[dreamhorizons]

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She didn't have much time to think about what was happening. One moment she was writing, forging an important document required for a particular scheme, and the next she had jolted forward, spilling a good deal of ink over an hour's worth of hard work.

Had it been anyone else, she would lose her temper and proceed to verbally assault whoever disturbed her, but this was different... She never raised her voice to Jiayi, and even as she watched the ink soak into the parchment, staining her fingers and her arm bracers, she remained calm.

... Was it her imagination, or was he trembling? She couldn't be sure.

"... What's wrong, Jiayi? You're acting as if I've died," she said, slowly lifting her hands from the desk. She couldn't move much from where she was sitting, but she could at least do that.