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I had learned Italian at school before i was kidnapped by some idiots so i talked back without efford. "Ehi, aspetta un secondo !! Chi diavolo sei, idiota?" i almost yelled. "Ah i see you knowmy language, cara?" he said with a tone of both entertainment and relief. "Duh.. I learned a lot at school though some of their translations are based of google translate wich is very shitty" "one hundred percent agreed." "you sound relieved?" he smiled. "Ofcourse i'm relieved. What do you expect from an Italian who had noone to speak to in his own language?" i shrugged and poked him. "What exactly was that for?" i shrugged again as i stared in his left eye wich was a light blue color mixed with a bit of green. "Wait.. Your world?? So you're a king? Sort of?" he nodded. "Then i assume you have absorbed the power of the core already??" he nodded again with a slight smirk. 'I bet i'm going to be queen soon as i'm the only other person who can speak Italian' i thought with also a slight smirk.
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The king of this world is an artist.. (Stefano Valentini x reader)
FanfictionIn the real world you're free.. But once you have to enter HIS world you never come out again.. In his world you're pretty much a slave. You're forced to do anything he wants you to do. Exept.. For me. I entered that world an hour after Sebastian...
