✧ Lovelorn ✧

XX ✘ Your Help

C L A R A

Avarys narrowed his puprle eyes at the bluenette, frowning. "You weren't here two days ago. I had to go to Luciel's banquet alone."

For one, she managed to avoid him by jumping on Elena's carriage and going on an impromptu girls hangout then when she returned home he was long gone and Andrew didn't even notice that his own sister left. So Andrew didn't tattle to their father. After that, Papa had something to do with the fief and decided to take Andrew with him early in the morning. Of course, Clara had once again jumped into their carriage and had a two week long trip to the fief. Best to weeks of peace, relaxation and pissing off Andrew.

To be fair, she was not informed of the ball.

Clara blinked, brushing stray strands of her hair from her face. He hair had long since grown longer, a good few inches just below her shoulders and very different from her customary pixie cut. She's starting to look a bit different now, with longer hair although she always kept her hair down. Braiding her hair or keeping it in twintails would make her look like game-Clara. She doesn't want that.

"But I did tell you I'm going to the fief for a while." Clara reasoned. To be fair, she did leave him a flimsy note on her desk, which she wonders if he did receive.

"It's not like you have to, you're gonna marry me in the future," That, Clara did not expect to willingly come from Avarys especially with that annoyingly proud smile of his. "Andrew's gonna take over your family right?"

She slumped her shoulders, giving him an exasperated look from her perch in front of the vanity. Avarys remained unaffected, leaning back on her pillows as if he owned her bed.

Truth be told, Clara actually just wanted to avoid him and parties, but mostly parties. Like, they (Clara) had to be like the perfect couple and all in front of so many people. And Avarys was enjoying it! God knows how many parties she went with this guy for the past six months. It gets tiring around the fifth time and since then she lost count.

"Even if I'm going to be your wife in the future, I want to at least know something that I can help you with," Clara lied fluently, with the duh expression on her face. "And I also want to know how to run the fief so I can torture Andrew in the future." Now, the second part was a lie.

"I'm flattered but can't you just let me do all the work?" His purple eyes glazed over. He probably caught her lie, she means this is Avarys we're talking about here. He recently just banished a baron from the lesser nobility after lying to him straight to the face. It was crazy to believe that he actually still does his royal duties and studies despite being in her house half if not most of the time. Perhaps he's spending the time they weren't spending together on state matters.

Bottomline, Avarys hates liars and Clara basically digging her grave lying to him right now.

Now Clara doesn't really want someone to do all her work. Maybe the heroine would want that, but Clara is not the heroine. She needed to be able to do something to get past his endings if he did get together with the heroine. Something that would get her past humiliation, exile , and even death.

"It's not a matter of letting you do all the work. In the future I'd be your partner. I'd carry half the burden Avarys and to do that, I'd have to be able to stand on my own beside you," Half truths and half lies are the same. Clara looked at him earnestly, hoping that she looked honest enough. "Being a king is stressful. Like hell will I let you do all that alone."

He looked to be contemplating for a minute, before beaming brightly. "Well, I'd never heard someone lie so fluently like that. It's like music to my ears. But you weren't lying entirely," He gave her a warning look. Ever since the incident, Avarys happened to be a little messed up in the head. Not as bad as game-Avarys though but going there, exclude the fact of well, visiting her! "So I'll give you the benefit of a doubt starting from now on. Anything you say will be my truth, unless you prove otherwise."