"Is it wrong to cherish her when her husband fails to appreciate the treasure he holds within his grasp?"
⋆ Claude De Alger Obelia x Navier Ellie Trovi
➳ 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞...
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
"In two days' time, I shall depart," Roxana commenced, reclining on the couch opposite Claude, who was draped in a robe.
Her gaze remained fixed solely upon his countenance throughout their conversation.
"Is that so?" Claude responded, his eyes cast downward toward the floor but his head remaining held high. "Indeed," she affirmed. "So, what made you seek this audience with me?"
"Given that your assistance led us to finding the assassin," Claude interjected, his demeanor composed as always, "what compensation do you seek?"
Roxana narrowed her eyes slightly, a faint smile gracing her lips as she shook her head gently. "There is no need for payment. I did the task simply for fun."
"I insist," he replied firmly, his gaze piercing and inquisitive, "are you absolutely certain?"
"Well," she mused, a pensive expression crossing her features as she contemplated, "I actually have one thing in mind now."
A faint, enigmatic smile played at the corners of her lips as she continued, "In regard to the war, I want to be part of it. As an ally of yours, of course."
His scrutiny deepened, his countenance growing increasingly serious. "And what is your motivation for such a decision?"
"Simply put," she remarked with a shrug, her demeanor relaxed yet determined, "I just want to."
Raising a slender finger for emphasis, her smile took on a subtle hint of determination. "Moreover, my magical abilities could undoubtedly prove advantageous. Would you not agree?"
"Then what magic do you possess?" His suspicion was palpable as he regarded her closely, awaiting her response with keen interest.
"I have the ability to tame and command poisonous butterflies," she revealed, summoning forth a crimson-winged butterfly that alighted delicately on her outstretched finger. His eyes slightly widened in surprise at the unexpected display.
With the butterfly poised gracefully, she continued, her tone imbued with a sense of confidence, "These creatures unleash poison upon multiple targets, effectively neutralizing them with precision and efficiency."
Claude lapsed into a contemplative silence, weighing the implications of Roxana's offer. 'Though her assistance may not be strictly necessary, it could make the resolution of the war end faster if she chooses to join our forces with her butterflies.'
"Very well," he conceded with a resigned sigh, his brow furrowing in thought. "If that is what you wish, then you shall accompany the troops. You may select the battleground of your preference."
With a decisive nod, he reached for a quill and parchment, murmuring to himself, "It is also better for me to tell her who is the one in command of the assassin before he leaves."
