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"Don't make a big deal out of me coming up here." She said and the snap returned to her voice. "It's just... we can't have our last servant stuck in his room. So I was just checking Edin hadn't killed you or anything."

“… Get.. out..”


…Jeez.. where did he get the to-


“Get. OUT!”


.. oh boy.. now he’s yelling…

"F-Fine..." She set something small down on Virgil's threadbare bed and turned to leave. "Just come downstairs in time to cook dinner, that's all."

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“.. Make dinner yourself.. please... my hands are weak.. I’m sure you wouldn’t want drops of blood in your meal, now would you..?”

She shrugged, walking out of the room. 

"Whatever." 

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A few minutes after she left, he looked over at the “present”.. and kinda raise an eyebrow..


“…What’s this..?”

 It was a little brown bottle with a small label. In Thalia's neat, short handwriting there were a few instructions.

'Don't make a big deal of this.

Apply this to your wound before bed for a couple nights and you should be fine.

This doesn't mean anything, okay?'

His eyes would widened slightly, and he’d sit down on the floor in front of the bed, reading the label over once more to make sure he was reading it wrong.. soon.. a very.. very.. weak smile would show on his face..


“…Maybe.. there still is some good in you.. just maybe..”

yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-time for Star-star-

Star was by no means a good eavesdropper. Sure, most of his information came from listening in but mostly his eavesdropping was accidental. He just heard pieces of gossip from the servants and just picked it up. Which meant he knew almost everything about every servant's life but next to nothing about his own.

He knew that two weeks ago, the scullery maid's sweetheart had proposed to her.

He knew that the under-gardener's boyfriend had just left them for another.

He knew that the cook's daughter had just changed her name.

He knew the head gardener's father had just died.

He knew everything apart from what was going on in his own life.

Now, he was trying to eavesdrop. Sitting on the stairs by the drawing room, watching the unimaginatively coloured wall across from him. Though all he could really see was the unimaginative colour.

"Are we really sure this is a good idea?" Star's ears perked up at his mother's question. He hadn't realized he'd zoned out and stopped listening. "I mean, Star's never even been outside. Don't you think this might be a bit... much for him?"

“Of course not, my love.. this is only for the right, if our son is to be king over these lands.. he will have to learn that land itself. At some point in his life, he will need to go out on his own, you know this just as good as I.. do you not?”


His father spoke out.. just what are they talking about? I mean.. sure, the point is right there..  but for “him” to become king, his father must pass, leaving only his mother and himself as the next “throne users”..-