#theunderworldking

[rainbowcutieyt]

DONE!

PART 1 WILL BE COMING SOON!

[aurelie-just-right]

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what my character thinks of yours in three words

Surprisingly not terrifying. 

[fierce-felicia]

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As Felicia got older and filled out the way some of her fathers’ lackeys looked at her made her uncomfortable, shifting in her seat as she felt their heated gaze land on her legs or the curve of her waist. She wasn’t going to stand for it, being made to feel like she couldn’t stroll around her own home in shorts and a tank top in summer, it was her right. There was one man, Oscar, who was far too daring, skirting past her in tight spaces, brushing his hand against her arm, breathing on her neck... It had to be fixed.

Felicia had a quiet word with her father about him “I’ll have it taken care of, darling” he vowed, pressing a kiss to her cheek and ushering her out of his office. Felicia was used to that- being ushered out of the office, being told there was some meeting or issue of importance that didn’t concern her, so she obeyed without though, returning to her room, reassured by her fathers promise to deal with the problem.

The next day Oscar was nowhere to be seen, then the next day, and the next, and the next. For a while week Felicia did not see the strange man and she felt that all was now well within her world once again. 

It was some time later- perhaps nearly a month? Felicia wasn’t sure of the date during her summer holiday. Padraic had asked her to retrieve something from his room and so Felicia had gone to do so, searching through a file to find the envelope in question when she found it. The small slip of paper- curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back- which Felicia pulled out from the file to study closely.

Oscar Hartwell, a wonderful friend and loving husband.

Then a picture of him with a women Felicia assumed to be his wife. Kind words written by friends and family typed up inside, messages about how he would be missed.

Oscar was dead.

Felicia dropped the piece of paper like it had scolded her fingers... Had she done that? Daddy had promised to take care of Oscars’ wandering hands and now he was dead. Was that the power she held? Did she have enough control to order her father to kill a man? The idea was almost... tempting.

[darlingsink]

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(ノ・ω・)ノヾ(・ω・ヾ) : Ideal travel partner(s)

WELL, Wendy is very by the book and boring when it comes to traveling. She likes to see the expected sights and do all the quiet touristy things. So her ideal travel partner is someone who is the complete opposite of that. Someone who makes her take risks and creates memories that will last a lifetime. Someone who is so unlike herself that she has no other option but to admire and want to fall in line with their point of view.