Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ tHe DeStInY oF ChAlLeNgE ❯ Swaying Emotions... ( Chapter 12 )

The Destiny of Challenge

~Disclaimer- Obviously I do not own DBZ! But I own this story and the writing is my own as well!

~Author's Note- Well here is the next chapter. Sorry for those of you that had to wait SO long for my last chapter, but hey, at least now I'm going to try to at least post every week if not more. And I promise no more cliffhangers, just thought I would try it out for once lol.

Chapter 12~ Swaying Emotions…

Yamcha stormed past the vacant halls as he inwardly stormed. The hatred for the Saiyan no Ouji only rising with each pained step. After the episode that transpired only moments ago, it was evident to the now injured, both physically and mentally, guard that he was no match for the Prince. Now he would have to depend on a battle of wits, though not of his own. No, Yamcha wasn't going to endanger his life any further.

Though of course being his ignorant self, Yamcha believed in all his stupor that he still could overcome the Prince, in wits, knowledge, experience, and strength. It never occurred to Yamcha that he was belittled by the Prince's very existence. For in all reality, that was so, and many had come to that conclusion at the display they had witnessed at the pre-celebration of the Tri-Solstice.

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Earlier that morning…

"How dare you speak to my woman in such a manner!" Yamcha spat, although he knew Stump was the Prince he chose to pretend he wasn't outranked by the saiyan before him.

"If you value your life it would be best to close your vile mouth, though I figure it would be less a nuisance just to end your pathetic existance." Came the vehemence reply.

"I use my rank, as your superior, I declare you an exile of Vegeta-sei!" Yamcha declared, projecting his voice for all to hear. Gasps could be heard as the others within the room started to gossip amongst themselves.

"Insolent fool! You have committed treason with your foolish words. Treason against the Royal House of Vegeta, means death!" Stump spoke, regal authority emaciating from his voice.

"You are not one to carry out that claim, nor are authorized to make it official." A voice broke through the silence that filled the room after the last time Stump spoke.

"Do not question me old man!" Stump barked, anger flaring in his black depths as he turned to meet the gaze of Lord Zaladar.

Several guards rose as Stump took a step forward, advancing their Lord.

"I have no qualms with you old fool, do not change that with your insolence."

"You shan't wreck the honorable dinning hall of this estate. Take your quarrel with my guard elsewhere." Lord Zaladar responded, his tone left no room for arguments.

The only response he got was a guttural `humph' from Stump as he strode out of the room into the focus of the blaring suns of Vegeta-sei. His tanned olive skin proof that he was used to enduring the colossal heat. Wavering winds swept past the tinted sands as small whirlwinds sprouted with the slow stride of the Prince's feet. Passing rays highlighted his ebony hair, making an ethereal appearance with each shifting step he took. Bulma could only watch in stunned awe as Vegeta-sei itself seemed to altar itself with the saiyan she looked upon. Never before had she noticed his regal stature, as it was now traced with the elements all around him. There was no doubt that he was a Prince, though every other saiyan besides Yamcha, Kakorrot, and herself did not know of his true heritage. Although Bulma believed that she was the only one who knew, and vice versa.

Coming to a halt Stump turned to face an awestruck Bulma standing at the doorway he had just exited moments ago. A smirk played across at his lips as he watched her try to compose herself before him. Then crossing his arms in impatience, Stump awaited his new rival, if you could refer to Yamcha as such to reveal himself.

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"Ha- that's what I thought! What a coward! See men, what'd I tell you? Never mess with Yamcha, cause you'd be in deep shit if you do!" Yamcha gloated to the guards.

"He's waiting outside for you." A guard said, rather bored of Yamcha's naïve nature he was just waiting for the fight to happen. It would be more entertaining than standing at his post anyways.

"W-What?!?" Yamcha gulped, though tried to suppress his sudden fear.

One guard growled before grabbing Yamcha's arm in attempt to drag him out. Though Yamcha hastily snatched his appendage back and glared at the guard that had confronted him.

"I'll teach that measly slave a lesson! I'm a saiyan, not a mouse." Yamcha barked as he waltzed out into the courtyard.

"I wouldn't be so sure." Came the bored reply. Stump was most definitely bored of all the little games, he was ready to end it, and now. Arms crossed, Stump watched as the weakling guard approached him.

"You'll regret that you were even born!" Yamcha barked triumphantly.

"That comeback is surely outdated."

"The truth is the truth, and the truth is never outdated." Bulma added to the inconstant bickering as Yamcha stuttered for words. Stump shot a glare at the blue haired harpy before returning his watchful gaze on Yamcha, attempting to predict his next move.

"Yes, well neither is deceit. Of course you would know of that, hmm, onna." Stump responded in a dangerously low whisper.

He couldn't know, Bulma thought, completely confused with his words.

"Need I remind you that you're not to speak to my woman!" Yamcha snapped as he dashed towards the saiyan at his top speed.

Apparently it wasn't enough as Stump dodged each attack with graceful ease. Each punch was met with thin air, just as each kick landed in the red sands beneath Yamcha. Stump remained in a defensive state, simply toying with the insolent guard. Yamcha was amid bewilderment as he never came in contact with his target. Sense seemed to elude the guard, so the Prince took it as his responsibility to

knock it into him. With swift movements he brought Yamcha down to a miserable heap of flesh once hitting the ground. The brutal punishment didn't end there as he brought more anchored kicks into Yamcha's side and let steel fists embed into his back. Each action the Prince took it did not appear to be an average movement, yet an art. One in which he excelled in, the Art of War. If any guards had any ideas of helping their comrade they decided against it. They would rather witness the brutality instead of being on the receiving end, as Yamcha was this very moment.

"May this be a reminder to you," Stump said as he let the now seemingly broken body fall to the unforgiving sands of Vegeta-sei, "and a warning to you all. Never shall you make a mockery of me, and leave unscathed if even with your life." He finished with the same bitter malice entwined into his voice.

With that said, Stump turned and left the prying eyes of the blue haired female, who was inspecting him so closely he could have sworn that she could see into his very soul. That is, if he even had one.

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"Luck, that's all it was." Yamcha agreed with himself as he attempted to walk in a straight line. He had just emerged from the regeneration tank, though being a low class guard in all, he was only allowed a maximum of 30 minutes within the healing mechanism. Which left him with no fatal injuries, but many others in deed.

"Besides, I had just eaten. So, that slowed me down a bit." He continued as he finally came to where he was heading for, the messenger office.

He marched straight up towards a large desk located in the corner of the small building. A servant watched wearily of the guard who approached the desk belonging to Lord Zaladar. Only he was to use the appliances within the desk and so on since it had his honorable seal on it. Yamcha noticed the man and was quick to dismiss him; excusing himself by saying he was ordered to see a letter off into the main streets. Hesitantly the servant made his exit, leaving Yamcha to his own devices.

With a sigh of relief Yamcha took a seat as he situated himself comfortably by the desk of his Lord. After pulling a crystalline shard from a small jar he doused the carved ice-like crystal into dark black ink, made in the mines of Otousar. Once satisfied that the shard's tip was completely covered he placed the delicate tip upon a sheet of Nikiama leafed paper. Which is unlike any other letter stationary paper, for it represented great importance, a true sign of Lord Zaladar's lordship. Trying to steady his hand, Yamcha tried to imitate the Lord's writing as he wrote a letter to the Lady Nakilia. This would be the letter to end his problems, to end the life of his rival, to end his prince.

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After the one sided fight, Chi Chi watched as Bulma immediately excused herself, running off in the direction of the Prince, though now known as Stump. With a sigh Chi Chi turned to go back to the kitchen and clean up a bit, when instead she ran straight into a brick wall, or so it seemed. She looked up, a little bit dazed with the headache that was sure to come, though all was forgotten as she met a pair of onyx eyes. Instead of the deep hateful glare of the Saiyan no Ouji, the dark eyes she peered into now seemed to embrace the light that swarmed to them rather than drown it and were filled with a heartwarming glee even she herself did not harbor. Before a word could be said, she wrapped her arms around the saiyan's corded neck, just as his arms snaked around her slim waist. Using her dainty feet, she lifted herself to come closer to the saiyan she learned to love. Though consequently his height became a problem that very moment. Even on her the tip of her toes she could not reach his full lips. Luckily before Chi Chi could voice her heated anger at the fact she was silenced as the arms around her waist lifted her into the air, bringing her further into his embrace and mere centimeters from his lips. Little moments passed before their lips met into a passionate kiss. The rest was self-explanatory as they drank the passion they shared heatedly, just as the suns overhead would heat the silky sands beneath their seemingly lightened feet. In one swift movement Kakorrot lifted his treasured kindred spirit into his more than willing arms. Not even bothering to take steps he flared his ki as he took off towards the northern hemisphere, where the silken sands of Vegeta-sei turned into lush forests, never breaking the heart felt kiss that continued as they flew.

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Taking small steps, Bulma made her way towards the eastern part of the grand estate. Hoping if she wasted enough time by taking agonizingly slow steps that his temper would cool before she finally would meet into his scrutinizing gaze.

"I swear he's a life hazard." Bulma grumbled as she moved forward, although slowly.

Or a heart hazard, Bulma thought with a gulp. She was regrettably falling for the Saiyan Prince. The one who had meant for her life to end, and the one she now approached one in the same. Though she had a foreboding that the next time he would not mean for her life to end, instead she would loose her heart. The same heart that she so skillfully groomed into one of protected ice, only to be broken by the same hand.

Surely he'll be the death of me, Bulma thought with a grunt as he set her pace at a more agitated pace, determined to override the new feelings that overwhelmed her with each step towards her not so perfect prince.

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With a small grimace Stump placed his hand into the overheated water. It wasn't as if pain was a thought crossing his mind, no, it was the thought that the blue harpy had bitten him.

"What kind of diseases could she have contaminated me with!" Stump growled out loud.

The water really needn't be so searing hot, nor should it be, but Stump simply insisted. He couldn't stand the thought of her wicked germs.

No, she has affected me enough, Stump thought angrily as he recalled former dreams. She had formerly haunted his dreams and he'd be damned if she got to him anymore. I'm the Prince for Gora's sake!, he argued with himself.

"I'll be damned if I don't affect her in the same. Tonight- tonight, everything will be transferred onto her weak, hideous, disgusting," Stump raged, "soft, shoulders." He finished before mentally scolding himself. As punishment for his unbearable thoughts he heated the water that his hand lay in, more. Steam rose from the surface of the small tub of water as its temperature rose drastically.

After several minutes, Stump decided that the onna's germs would have gone by now and brought his scalded hand out of the water. Tinted a vibrant red, his hand was the color of the crimson blood he had shed earlier when the onna had first bitten him.

Though the saliva from the blue haired saiyan had vanished, her undisputable hold on the Saiyan Prince hadn't, although unbeknownst to him or the very one that held onto the unbreakable spirit.

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Stealthily Yamcha made his way towards the main quarters of Halie, Lord Zaladar's eldest daughter. He sidestepped as a guard from his own league past by, a bored expression etched on his age hindered face. His tired eyes roving the vast garden he was presently in. Yamcha held back a breath as the older guard made a beeline to the nearest hallway. As soon as he was out of sight Yamcha released a relieved sigh as he continued towards his destination.

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"What does Lord Frieza request of me at the present time?" King Vegeta asked, an angry scowl marring his lips.

"W-well sire, he- he requests that the Prince Vegeta returns to his service immediately for another eight sectors to come." The frightened slave finished quickly. He hadn't willingly bared the frightful message to the King. The one to relay such a request, rather a demand was sure to die. His knees began to shudder lightly as he awaited the inevitable blow that would end his life.

But it never came, rather hearty laughter echoed throughout the large dome shaped throne room. Abruptly it stopped as the King took on a serious expression,

"My son will never return to Lord Frieza's clutches again. I made a mistake when I released him the first time, though as the epitome of a true Saiyan, I learn from my mistakes and shan't ever repeat them. You can relay the message as follows," the King said in a deep baritone voice, his voice was threaded with nobility. "Prince Vegeta is required here in Vegeta-sei for the rest of his years, he shall take the throne eventually and must remain here to obtain it. The Prince Vegeta's services are to Vegeta-sei." The King finished with the same evil smirk that seemed to plague his family line. With that said King Vegeta dismissed the servant.

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"How dare those little monkey's!?!" Lord Frieza ranted as he added to the already heaping amount of dead carcasses spread across the now crimson floor.

"Do you know what the King monkey was implying when he said, `The Prince Vegeta's services are to Vegeta-sei'? Do you?" Lord Frieza asked his right hand man, Zarbon, in a now sickeningly silky voice. Zarbon made no reply as he awaited his Lord's further words. He knew better than to speak when the Lord was so enraged he seemed somewhat calm.

"It was an open rebellious statement, making it more than clear to me that the insolent monkey's think they are not bound to the Cold Empire. No, they think the little Monkey Prince belongs to Vegeta-sei, and Vegeta-sei alone. But how mistaken they are, hmm, Zarbon? Yes, the Monkey Prince is mine, and I always get what I want." Came the slithery reply as Lord Frieza rose from his ever-catering machine that would fly him about.

"Prepare the recruits, we shall begin the construction. I had hoped this day would have been placed at a further date. Though the silly monkey's have inflicted it upon themselves." Lord Frieza spoke as stared off into the black of space.

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"Damn! Oww." Bulma groaned as she attempted to inspect her now stubbed to while still standing. In her quickened pace she was paying little to no attention to her surroundings, which led to her now stubbed toe as she hit her foot into a protruding corner of a flower bed.

"You believe that to be pain?" a gruff voice asked skeptically.

"I'll have you know that my toe hurts like hell at the moment and you my friend are not helpi-" Bulma growled, inwardly seething at whoever dare to disrupt her. Not only that but ridicule her no doubt! That was until she was rendered defenseless under the heated gaze of the very one she had been searching for, the Saiyan Prince, Stump.

"Humph, pathetic."

"No, you're the one who's pathetic you- you, well you." Bulma raged, her voice slowly failing her, and then finished off lamely.

"Yes, me what? You seem to be falling over your very own words."

"…" Silence was his only response as Bulma just stood, speechless if it's possible. Or maybe it was because Stump didn't give her enough time as he spoke again.

"Or is it me, that you are falling for." Stump said, his voice husky and in a low timber tone.

This time Bulma was literally speechless, had she been that obvious? She hadn't thought she really had completely fallen for him? Confusion swirled her mind as she looked into his onyx depths. Him doing the same, silently drowning in her cerulean pools, the silence simply an excuse to peer into her eyes that had captured him in a web of forbidden desires. Though these desires went deeper than either had originally thought, and as they were lost in each other's gazes it was evident it wasn't a simple mutual attraction. Within moments the space that had once existed between them, was no more. Their heated bodies pressed against each other as they drank in the appearance of each other's well-sculpted bodies. As they pressed closer it seemed as if each crevice of their bodies was meant to fit the others. Almost as if they were one in that very moment they reached further, pressing their lips across the others. Caressing Bulma's lip with his tongue the Saiyan no Ouji mesmerized her very being with the soft stokes that ebbed the heat growing within her to a flaring fire. Releasing a soft moan she returned the favor with the same act, though continued as she slid her now heated tongue into his mouth. Tracing over his teeth she covered every inch of his mouth with a trail of her being. The sweet massaging her tongue was inflicting upon the Prince made it unbearable to remain still while doused with her sweet torture. Letting his hand rove across her body he brought it to the small of her back, stringing his fingers along her fury appendage. Her tail whipped lightly before stopping as his hands wound around it, ruffling the silky furs against their roots roughly, only to be gently placed back with careful ease. Continuing to stroke the now twitching tail, he lifted Bulma up, anticipating the slender legs that wound around his waist. Bulma moaned against his lips as he continued his ministrations. Not being able to bear the fact that she was the only one completely lost in his embrace she brought her arms to his tail that was rhythmically swaying behind him. It was moving slowly, with the grace of the wind, but that was before Bulma grabbed it. Though softly it was a fast movement and Stump most definitely didn't expect that. Suddenly stopping all movements, he remained immobile as she used her fingertips to slowly ease away his tension, each circular motion causing his tail to shudder lightly. Her sweet torture was ended as his tail wound around her wrist and squeezed ever so lightly. It was almost as if it was asking a question. How Bulma knew this she didn't even know but behind his soft skin she could fell his muscles aching. He desired, no needed something, and was now asking for her submission. Though she had tried to ignore it, she felt the same instinct, the same passion, the same connection, building within her, begging to be released, begging to be let free, and most of all begging to be accepted- by them both. And in that very second it was, as her tail repeated his actions, winding around his wrist, softly stroking it as he laid her down into a full bed of flowers. The sweet scent filled her nostrils as a pillow of flowers elevated her head with their silken petals. It wasn't until that very moment that Stump realized that night had overtaken the blaring suns of Vegeta-sei. Now only the moon gave light to the moments that were passing delicately slow. The bright light graced Bulma's features as she lay in the soft bed of wild flowers. As he looked upon the velvety goddess that was now beneath him he could only be in awe of her striking beauty. She was truly worthy of his attentions, and he hadn't really recognized that fact until now, as she lay beneath him motionless. He looked into her cerulean depths intending to only be momentary though once met by her own gaze he couldn't pull his eyes away. The desire was evident in her eyes, just as obvious as the burning passion that filled her very being. Words were not needed in moments such as these, only actions. With that thought in mind Stump brought his head down to her own. Their lips met in a rough kiss, both drinking of the passion that overtook their bodies and very souls. Neither seemed to deny the passion, nor wish to as they slowly worked their way further into each other's space, caressing each other's bodies with their own and softly stroking each other's very souls with each passionate touch.

Bulma let her eyes flit over the figure that was looming over her, watching as the silver rays of the moon traced his god-like body, shifting slowly over his chiseled features as he slowly caressed her body with his kisses. Leaving a trail of warm flesh across her pale skin. Her tail made lazy designs on the small of his back, slowly entwining with his tail, creating a swirl of dark blue and light brown silk. Although unbeknownst to them, it was as it should be, as it should have always been, and hopefully would never end. Bulma stopped his trail as she lifted his chin with her hand, looking deep into his eyes she brought her lips onto his own. Tracing them with her tongue she entered his mouth to be met with his. Their tongues ran over each other, slowly, gently, and ever so delicately as all tension was broken into thousands of shards, leaving only the fiery passion that enveloped their beings whole. Bulma's small hands started to pull at the material of his clothes, one of the few things keeping them apart. She wanted to feel his flesh against hers, just as he desired the same. Instead of breaking the link they now held, Stump tore her clothes with meager ease and disposed of his own in much of the same manner. Now their bodies bathed in the silver moonlight, the light fragrance of the flowers they lay in, and the heat that was emitting from their bodies. Bulma writhed in the shear ecstasy of it all, only hoping that time itself would stop for the passion they now held and basked in. That is until a muffled voice could be heard directly behind them,

"And here I thought the chap was gay. Thank Gora he's not, I don't need any other men chasing after me!" a voice agreed with himself, seemingly unaware of the death glares he was receiving.

"What in the seven realms of hell are you doing!" Bulma barked, seething in anger as she saw one of the more aged guards of the estate.

That was it, Stump was about to obliterate the old fool, when he realized his prominent mistake. His whole battle strategy had been annihilated with the mere touch of the onna, he had actually intended to go through with the act when he had planned to do the opposite. To just repay the favor that `Leona' had so willingly brought upon him, but his resolve had crumbled with the thought of filling the onna beneath him with his glory, to hear her moans of pleasure as the passion that was evident in them both simply took them over. Without another word or shame in his body, the Saiyan Prince left a somehow pleased Saiyan guard, in knowing the fact he wasn't gay, and a baffled Bulma.

She watched as her, only moments before, passionate lover was overtaken by the shadows as he retreated into the halls of the estate. With a gasp she felt cold wind whip around her body, a shocking reminder that she was clothed in nothing but her soft, pale skin. Rapidly picking up the remaining shreds of her clothes she vanished from the silky light of the moon into the dark shadows of the night. Her was heart pounding as she broke into the night sky, just trying to leave, if only for seconds it didn't matter. All that mattered was getting away from him, her dilemma, and the tears that threatened to stain her somber face. She could see through the wisps of her aqua hair, with her now drowned eyes, the clearing she had been searching for. When she had first been transported to the estate so many years ago, she would often retreat to the soft chiming of the crickets, and the low rumble of the waterfall as it caressed the smooth bed of the lake. It was her escape and sweet surrender to the exotic lands of Vegeta-sei.

Softly landing on the midnight blue blades of grass, she let her toes entwine with the lightly swaying leaves as she took her first steps to serenity. Taking in a full breath she walked down the path that she had grown so accustomed to, the only one that would truly free her soul. Releasing a lungful breath she gracefully took up a small amount of space on the side of the ever-flowing riverbed. Letting her feet lazily dive into the cool water she sighed. Watching as the cool metallic liquid flowed freely past her dainty feet, she reminisced in what would have been, only if the guard hadn't appeared. Bulma couldn't refrain a low growl at the thought.

"Damn nosy guard!" she ground out, teeth roughly rubbing the edges of each other as she spoke.

Choosing not to continue that train of thought she slipped her body into the metallic water, the light of the moon diving the already silver water extra vibrancy and brilliancy. As soon as she felt the cool water nipping at the nape of her neck she knew she would not return until the night was over, the night that almost ended her innocence, willingly. Laying her head back into the lake she looked up at the stars that shone in all their glory above her, except for one. Her keen eyes were met with the unmistakable sight of a dark star? One of shadows, and onyx depths and vibrancy that no other could compare to.

Except his eyes, Bulma thought distantly as she continued to watch the dark star she had never noticed before this very night. Maybe that was because the star was now placed near the moon, letting its light illuminate the star that used to be disguised by the shadows of the universe. It could even be considered parallel to the wonderful crescent of the moon. Though even with their close proximity to each, all light that reached the shadow star seemed to drown within the depths it contained. One could not fathom why, though Bulma was fascinated by her discovery. It was utmost intriguing and it was begging to be admired with its contrast to all else within the night sky. Something drew her cerulean pools to admire it longer, if only a second was not a concern, just to feel closer to the shadow star that filled her vision. And she yielded to the urge, simply watching the rays of lights shift into shadows as they stroked the fathomless depths of the shadow star, her shadow star. The thought made her mouth curve into a small grin as she watched in awe.

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The guard remained still as he watched the two lover's dash away from each other. Had he said something wrong?

"Maybe the chap really is gay. To leave a woman like that, he must be!" The old guard barked out loud, though thankfully no one could hear him.

Though if he wasn't straight, he would've never ended up with a woman like that, he concluded truthfully.

"He could be bi!" the old guard gasped as he let his eyes rove over the courtyard.

"That must be it." He thought mildly as he approached the flower garden the lover's had been on only moments before, thought to his astonishment, not one petal was harmed. Nor was there even a trace of them being there, the wild flowers that were occupied by their bodies only seemed more vibrant if you may, they seemed to stand out more with breathtaking beauty. The guard gawked at the plants as he softly stroked his beard, bemused by the concept.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say that's pretty weird." The age-hindered guard blew out an exasperated breath as he walked away from the scene and stood off at a corner, the post he had been guarding for over 20 years. After watching over the exotic variety of plants for so many years he had grown found of them all, although he wouldn't admit that. He was a saiyan with a reputation to hold after all!

Maybe I should invite other young lover's to my little garden, so the other flowers can look just as pretty, The guard thought jokingly. He chuckled out loud before acting like the guard he was and standing motionless for the rest of the evening, simply watching over the courtyard for intruders.

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Once reaching the doorstep of Halie's quarters, Yamcha turned the doorknob, skillfully making barely noise as he stepped inside. Only walking about 5 feet inside he approached a small coffee table that was placed near the side of the wall. Pulling out a folded sheet of paper, he gently laid it on the table before exiting hastily before the mistress returned. Closing the door once more, he entered the hallways of the estate once more with a conniving smile etched upon his scarred face.

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