Canvas of Twilight ⡇A Fallacy X Encre book.

𝟏𝟏. 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲

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Quandary, a state of uncertainty or dilemma, where a person faces difficulties in making a decision due to conflicting options or factors.

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Minutes passed, Encre anticipated the unfolding events. Anxiously pacing his room, he became aware of approaching footsteps. Not only had he neglected his chores, but he had also ventured into forbidden territory. That spot where Jasper took him.. It was definitely not for wandering eyes. It was sacred, filled with an emotion even Encre could not comprehend.

He never could comprehend emotions anyway.

A gentle knock escalated into a resounding thud on Encre's door, drawing his swift attention. His gaze fixated on the door before he took a deep breath and approached the imminent confrontation.

Turning the knob, Suave stood before him, irritation etched on his face. "I expected you to prove your worth through your chores. Seems like that wasn't a priority today," he remarked. After a pause, he inquired, "Where did you disappear to, with Jasper?"

Encore hesitated, frozen by the question, and softly he uttered, "Nowhere." The single word triggered suspicion in Suave, but Suave obviously chose to ignore it.

"Come along, catch up quickly. Fellow lords will be arriving, and we need to be on our best behavior, along with our best looks," Suave whispered, guiding Encre away from potential trouble. His hand moved with grace along Encre's arm as Suave dragged Encre to his own closet. Sorting through Encre's attire, Suave pulled out a distinguished suit and laid it upon Encre's bed.

"Change quickly, though I'm sure you won't be seen much. A little rest doesn't harm," Suave mumbled, slipping out of the room and closing the door.

The hush settled in the room,

Encre sighed as he approached the suit, undressing piece by piece and hastily slipping into the slightly dusty attire.

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Then finally.. Adorned in the suit, he swiftly ventured outside his quarters, joining his fellow servants in the hallway. Though, they all stood in a straight line. Rather odd. "Why are we all standing around?" he hushedly whispered to his neighbors in the servant hood.

Beside him, Horrificación stood, exuding a dashing presence in his suit. Typically, Horrificación would bristle at the fancy pronunciation of his name, sometimes preferring just 'Horror.' However, that was irrelevant to think of right now, leaning in, he whispered to Encre.

"They are early, the nobles," his voice a deep, secretive whisper. Encre understood the gravity, taking a deep breath as he stood alongside 'HORROR'.

After several moments, Suave approached the group of servants, meticulously counting them before fluttering away.

As more moments passed, the ground softly echoed with the striking boots of Fallacy. His attire was a spectacle – a white undershirt with frills, a vest adorned with a piercing red decorated in lace, and a lengthy cloak flowing behind him in deep black.

Trotting sounds approached from a distance, accompanying the grumbling of stallions.

The servants observed in anticipation as some men cautiously stepped toward the palace's entrance, slowly aligning with the hallway where they all stood.

Tension hung in the air for a moment until a noble sprinted toward Fallacy..!

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Just a playful noogie, "So fancy? God, I missed your old place," the noble grumbled. Another noble joined, releasing a rough sigh. "Reaper, enough trouble for my brother."

Brother?

Silence enveloped the servants as they absorbed this revelation. The newly announced Reaper chuckled, "I'm sure he has had quite the share of peace." The other noble, seemingly irritated, addressed Fallacy, "Well, brother, it's been quite a while. I thought I'd visit. Are you still grieving?"

Fallacy remained silent.

The tension lingered until Fallacy sighed, shaking his head as he turned away. "Come, let us eat, Geno and... Reaper."

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End Chapter.
622 words.

Short and messy, will fix later. This was mostly a chapter to catch attention of my recovery of my account.

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