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Fem reader!
𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊
The tsaritsa's right hand, cerbiatto. The name meaning "fawn", the harbinger that is known as the tsaritsa's right hand and the wife of the balladeer.
"Miss, let me help you with that!"
"My lady, do you need any assistance?"
"Allow me to carry this for you ma'am"
It never stopped. You were still only a month pregnant, you knew very well that you could continue doing heavy lifting until your baby bump started to show.
Everyone insisted on helping you, yet you knew that they only wanted to get close to the balledeer's wife and the tsaritsa's right hand, because if you gave good word of them to either of the two, they would live a life of higher authority.
"Ugh!" You stormed into the office of your lovely husband. You walked over to him and pouted, sitting on his lap.
"What's wrong?" He asked silently, kissing your neck sweetly.
"They're all treating me like I'm weak!" You said, tears streaming down your face as your mood swings kicked in.
"Shhh..." He hushed you soothingly. "It's okay my love, I'll have them killed." He continued.
"Really..?" You sniffled, wiping your eyes. "Yes." He mumbled, hugging you close to his chest, making you fall asleep in his chest as he continued his paperwork
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The scene was bloody and electricity particals flew everywhere. Scaramouche had gotten the tsaritsa's permission to use the torture room in her palace.
The tsaritsa was sitting behind scaramouche with a wicked look on her face.
In truth, she saw you as her own daughter and as much as she hated you being involved in such shady and dangerous work, she found that making you her right hand would be safer than making you the twelveth harbinger.
Under the piercing gaze of the balladeer and cryo Archon, nothing good would become of those who hurt those who they held dear.
"Don't mess with my wife.."
"Don't mess with my daughter.."
They said insinc.
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