Killermare One-shot

My queen

Sapphic (girl x girl) Killermare
Today the chapter is in a theatrical form so I hope you will enjoy it even though it's a bit different from the usual, this one took longer because it has been three months of trying to make the draft make sense and the story interesting, so basically months of intense writing to make this end up good, while the others are posted for fun and rapidity purposes.

I hope you will enjoy these 4000 words chapter :)

ALSO I forgot to add the drawing I had planned to add for the scene were they get a painting of themselvese, but I will add it later!!

Killer: Young Arabic princess

Nightmare: 'Salvatore' 

Chara: wizard

Guards

Fatiha: child

Maids

Killer: Chara, are you here?

The young girl looks around, followed by the wizard hidden behind her.

Chara: What do you need?

Killer: I accept.

The lost wizard glanced at her as he walked around, trying to retrace his memories.

Chara: Ah! Yes, so. You agree to sell your soul in exchange of...-

Guard 1: Sir! I- 

Guard 2: Salvatore is taking the wrong path.

Guard 1 pushes away the woman on their way.

Guard 1: Have you seen the good sir Salvatore?

Killer: Who?

Guard 2: The MAJESTY, do you live under a rock or something?

Guard 1: HA! Well said, so, can you, homeless woman, bring us to the direction where our good sir went?

Killer: No..I was speaking about important matters with that wizard...Where is he?

Guard 2: Stop inventing lies crazy female. You have the obligation to help the guards of the castle.

Killer: I do not want to follow your orders, I will not listen to rude people. Besides I was very busy.

Guard 2: Busy, busy standing in the way? 

Killer: Why are you rude, حبيبي?

Guard 1: What is that demonic language that you are using, witch?

Killer: I am not from here.

Guard 2: Why are you in our country?

Killer: I had a meeting with that wizard about something private.

Guard 2: Discussing about what? Are you a witch? Is it why you have been speaking weirdly?

Killer: Me, a witch? No! I'm the princess of a country in Middle East, it is very far away from here.

The guards stared at each other before laughing.

Guard 1: You? A princess? What's that even supposed to mean? A prince that's a woman? 

Killer: Exactly, does that not exist in your European language?

Guard 1: There's no royal female here. No, no, never.

Killer: None?

Guard 2: Let's not bother to reply to this brown skinned witch, let's search for our king now.