~Claude Wolfson~OG~

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The last thing I saw was my friends eyes on me, gaze screaming traitor. 

No. No. No. No. I am not a traitor, I am doing this for them. 

But what if I am not helping them but harming them?

I made this decision on my own.

What if I am being selfish? 

What if something goes wrong?

What if they never forgive me?

What if I end up really turning my back on them?

What if I end up losing everything?

What if... Jamie never wants to see me again? 

What if...

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Haru led me to a small underground shed after walking for hours. How the hell does he keep going back and forth from school to here?

"I got used to it." Haru answered. I didn't even say anything?!

"Your face shows everything honey." Haru smiled as he opened the door.

I schooled my face to show nothing. Absolutely nothing. 

Haru led me further into the shed and what I saw nearly killed me.

Stairs.

"Oh come on!" I groaned at the sight. This place was no longer a shed, it was basically and underground mansion. And it was going to be the death of me if I had to climb more stairs after this.

Haru chuckled as I dragged myself up the stupid stairs.

Now what came at the end of the stairs really nearly killed me.

Claude Wolfson. And his minions but mainly Claude.

"My dude, how the hell are you wearing a god damn suit in this hot place?" was the first thing I said when I saw how he dressed. Haru smiled as Ingrid hissed. Claude simply walked towards me.

"Young Y/n. Welcome to the Leviathan. You have finally become wise enough to make the right decision and join us."

"If you don't install air-conditioning, I'm leaving."

"It will be done by tomorrow morning then." Claude gave me a cold smile.  

This is going to be fun.

"So what am I supposed to do? I am sure your dear Haru here has told you that the group knows that he is a part of Leviathan and that I am joining. You are just waiting for your son aren't you." I tilted my head as Claude raised an eyebrow. 

"Well, not entirely. Before Haru came up with the idea of getting you to join, yes I was waiting for Jamie but now, you are here. You are on the same rank of priorities as Jamie." Claude smiled, leaning closer to me.

"So what? I go around terrorising the golden trio and threatening the Mavarish Royal Family while you all try to take over the throne?" I was getting a bit bored so I gave him my bored look.

"No no. Y/n dear, you are going to be my Princess." Claude now gave me a real scary smile. 

"Hold up, Princess?" I was shocked. What is he talking about?

"Y/n dear, you know Jamie is my son, meaning he is royalty as well. So when I become King again, he will be the Prince. And you darling, will be his wife. The next queen. The princess." Claude was starting to chuckle. Oh hell no.

"...you want me to rule Maradova with Jamie. Why?" Everything was so wrong.

"Well for starters, Jamie already likes you and you him. So it won't take much to do the whole ruling together thing. But I can also use you to threaten Jamie shall he try anything. Besides that, you are actually quite important to me. You are the perfect heir to the throne along with Jamie. You are an important piece in this over throw. Princess Y/n." Claude leaned back, away from my face. Oh shit. This man has gone insane.

"Well good luck with that. Jamie thinks I am a traitor. Everyone does.The Mavarish Royals must know of it too." I tried getting out of this situation.

"But Jamie is coming here once he knows the truth. And it doesn't matter if my brother and sister in-law knows, they will be dead by the time we set the plan into action. Killing them is the way we are going to put me and you on the throne. Everything is in place, we just need dear Jamie here. You should expect him here soon anyways." Claude started turning his back and walked away. That was it. The other members gave a small bow and followed him. Only Haru remained by my side.

"This is only the start, Princess." Haru sighed.

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