Side Chapter: The Rainbow sheep and the Stubborn Gorilla (I).
This was at the church...The ti where Natasha and the main couple had just t up.
Natasha... couldn't understand what she was feeling.
She felt happy for her friend, and love interest that she was happy and even seeing the royal highness that she was not a horrible person- it feels like sothing sharp managed to hurt Natasha's rough heart.
The three watched a familiar figure upon the stage, it baffles Natasha on how these two couldn't realize that it was their acquaintance.
The general that was leading the escort from before, the nobleman wearing a dress dancing and smiling looking so excited while he twirled and offered a dance to their light goddess.
He looked so different from the ssy state she would always see her in, it made her think, was this really the sa person who easily got drunk on wine on the Pegasus stables that day?
"Please, anyone who I consider a friend can call Rose. Calling your highness in my commoner clothing is rather weird." (Rose) would go on to tell her, once they've co past an understanding that Kein's happiness is their first priority.
"Yes… er… Rose. Thank you, Natasha is grateful for your kind words." (Natasha) was still unused to calling soone of royalty casually but seeing the crown princess' face light up like that she just made her brain think that this would be an order from the crown, and if she does not comply she'll be facing a punishnt by the morrow.
"Mm! Mm! Call Rose from now on!"
The two of them talked for another ten more minutes before Natasha went ahead and told us that she needed to go to the restroom and she'll go ho right after.
"Well then Rose and Kein, have safe travels when you get ho." she would wave at the two and quickly leave for them to have their privacy. The two were really happy with one another, Natasha could clearly feel and see it.
Go ho... it is what Natasha has said.
Natasha... lied.
She wasn't able to go ho but instead hid herself in a nearby bathroom to fix herself. How many tis would she need to see those two together to move on? "Natasha... move on, no feelings, these kinds of things will only let you down and drag you to the bottom pits of Nyavka."
She would go on to look at herself in the mirror and furrowed her eyebrows in a fury.
"How many must Natasha lie."
"Natasha is happy, but also hurt."
"Natasha lies for her to be happy."
Natasha takes out a knife and holds it tightly in her hand. In order for her to calm down, a certain ga she would play called stabberscotch or the knife ga. She places her hand up against a wall and begins stabbing repeatedly the space between her fingers in such a space.
Many other girls who would co in would look at her and just- leave.
Natasha didn't care if soone would co and go to see her play such a ga, for her she needed to feel alive- sothing to help her focus. What else can it be than a ga where you really need to focus or else you'll cut a finger off if you're not paying attention?
The Winshern people's past ti was rather peculiar, so of them were into life or death gambling. It excites them knowing you can lose your life for sothing in equal exchange.
How exciting!
A life for sothing you want, whether you volunteer or were forced upon their Winshern gas best not to run. Running would leave you dead, trying your luck would be better instead.
Natasha was one of these gamblers who would gamble her life for money, eting one of the royal family mbers and into the scene she thought she was living her life at the best of it. Not until she was betrayed in blood, being the prize- and her life gambled by the sa royal family mber that claid her.
"Natasha, clearly you love right?" The mories resurfacing upon the ga. Many of his figures smiling telling her sweet lies were everywhere.
The first prince of winshern had this twisted sickened smile when he held her hand and pulled her over to press her body against his. "You're my treasure. I would like you to be my currency for this gambling ga I want to try. You'll say yes won't you? After all, a woman would always obey... the man she wants."
Obey... obey... and obey...
Only when Natasha got saved by a mysterious blonde Knight when she was banished she was saved. The only light she ever had was that person. Was it so easy to forget?
Stab! Stab! Stab!
The wall of the bathroom was having holes from how fast and forced Natasha would plunge the knife in. Having a precise skill, the girl was not worried- but still it was helping her finally get her mind out of the-
"Lady Natasha- is that you?"
"..."
Soone called out to her na. The stabbing abruptly stopped as Natasha sighs, feeling the adrenaline quickly leaving her body, it seems that this is not enough, such a ga that would only wound her hand...
She needs sothing else to feel alive.
"Who dares call Natasha's na."
She turns around and sees a beautiful figure wearing a white dress, the person who danced in front of so many people giving the blessing of the Mistral dance and yet that didn't matter to Natasha.
"Lord Vincent, you're here in the female bathroom." (Natasha) bluntly says, rembering what he is and Lord Vincent blinks in embarrassnt.
He really didn't want to dare co into the female bathroom but when he heard sothing was getting stabbed at the wall, he was worried that there was so attacker or a hidden assassin taking their ti in the bathroom.
It turns out it was just Natasha with her knife out in the open- like that's any better!
"Not that I wanted to, I ca in because I was afraid that an assassin was inside. The noise you were making was quite the ruckus. The girls who have already co in before have reported to several mbers of the church and soon you'll be asked to leave." (Lord Vincent) tells the girl who clicks her tongue in annoyance.
Puronian people can't even handle soone with a knife.
"Your countryn are soft, the only one exception is Kein. You ruined my ti to gamble and think, Natasha will leave the bathroom, don't bother kicking Natasha out." (Natasha) points a finger and leaves the bathroom out in a puff. She still had her knife out in the open because it felt right for her to do such a thing.
Winshern people were people who trained themselves to sleep with one eye open, especially the won in their country. No one there would dare say it but it is problematic and such a scary place to be in.
If you're not too careful soone would dare co into your house and... defile you in your sleep. Kill the husband, defile the wife and children.
Such a childhood nightmare would never leave Natasha's mind.
She felt like she was born to be miserable at every chance she had sothing she would love, it would always be gone, slipping out of her finger's reach, replaced by blood.
"Wait! Hold on! You're going ho alone?" (Lord Vincent) followed behind and trailed after her. Natasha didn't stop walking and only faced forward.
"Natasha is always alone, she will always be alone."
She was definitely not in a good mood talking with the nobleman. There have been so many tis of their path crossing that it was irking Natasha's min.
The last ti they talked was at a bar where soone was trying to hit on her and Lord Vincent would then tell on how he chickened out on confessing his feelings to Kein's cousin. That day Natasha saw this man as a coward, soone soft at heart and a sensitive man.
"Hold on, I don't think you should be alone wandering the streets at night Natasha. It's rather dangerous-"
"So you're going to accompany ?"
Natasha stops walking and eyes Lord Vincent who was still wearing the pretty white dress he used to dance in front of many people. It was really beautiful, he was beautiful.
Those pretty blue orbs of eyes, wig of hair braided behind him and his lips that were put on lipstick.
"No wonder. It will be dangerous if you're this pretty in a dress." (Natasha) would blindly complint him even if it was not in her intention!
She was actually pissed off at how a man like this, born and even served in the military, would have such a good figure to pass soone who looks like a woman!
"Shouldn't you get changed?" she asks him and he slightly feels a bit red not expecting the backhanded complint.
"I... erm... Do I really look pretty in a dress?" (Lord Vincent) would dare to look up at the expressionless Natasha and feel a bit expectant for her to repeat her words again.
Natasha's words telling him that he was pretty made his heart dance in a weird way.
"Yes, you do."
"Then shouldn't I keep wearing it?"
"..."
Natasha felt that this conversation was too complicated. In her country a man is not allowed to wear sothing like a dress but in [Sprivanto] and now [Puronia]? Slowly things are taking out of a turn, this is a new territory for Natasha to explore.
"Natasha... thinks you're... right?"
Lord Vincent was really beaming on her words after that. On the topic of going ho, they decided to go out and just see the night market on its offers instead.
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