❝ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐙𝐄𝐋 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓- ❞
∘◦ ♡ ༉━━━ We all have been told this tale ever since we were little - the story of a brave prince who rescued a girl imprisoned in a tower by an evil sorceress. Many think of thi...
Italic words are either thoughts, flashbacks or spoken in Spanish
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Haruhi sweatdropped. One moment, they were in the clubroom worrying about the disappearance of their production designer, the next moment they were not only skipping school for the day but sitting on a private jet on their way to Madrid, Spain with Kyoya's bodyguards in charge of bringing their bags. All because a butler showed up at their door. Worst of all, she seems to be the only one exceptionally baffled by these extreme developments. She peered out the window with a deadpanned expression as they jetted across the clouds beneath them. She then turned back into the vehicle. Full leather-cushioned seats, all-inclusive food and drinks, enough room for each of them to lay down and take a nap. She had never been on a plane, much less out of the country before, however, she was pretty sure it wasn't this luxurious and extravagant.
"Worry not, Miss Fujioka." Arden comforted the brunette with a gleam in his emerald eyes. "You wouldn't require a passport to enter the country as we are travelling via a private jet. Nevertheless, if the situation were to arise, I will have you covered." He explained with a serious expression as he held up a fake passport, already printed with Haruhi's name and photo.
