It all began with a knock. It wasn’t the usual thunderous crash of a dragon tail against my door, nor the self-important royal pounding of Princess Seraphina’s jeweled fists. This knock was soft, polite and thodical. Tap-tap-tap.
The kind of knock that whispered instead of shouted. Which sohow made it ten tis more terrifying.
He froze midway through brushing his teeth—having barricaded himself in the second-floor guest bathroom to avoid another "accidental group bath" situation.
"Master Rei," ca a gentle voice from the other side. "Forgive the intrusion."
It was Rosette, of course it was Rosette.
"I’m—uh—occupied!" He called, splashing water on my face and nervously checking the corners of the ceiling for hidden caras. He wouldn’t put it past her to have installed a mirror in the drain.
"I understand," she replied, still eerily calm. "But there’s sothing I must show you and this is sothing important."
He hesitated, when Rosette said sothing was important, it was either a freshly cleaned teacup... or a loaded crossbow engraved with his na.
"What kind of important?" Rei said.
"I would prefer to show you in person." she said.
I know, it’s definitely a crossbow. Still... he owed her.
Compared to the other girls, Rosette was quiet, loyal, always appeared at the exact mont when he needed tea or rescue—and possibly because she’d been trained by assassins. Sure, she occasionally radiated the calm threat level of a professional body disposal expert, but that was better than open declarations of "let’s die together in a love-suicide ritual," right?
He cautiously cracked the door open. She stood there in full maid attire, apron crisp, gloves spotless, silver tray balanced perfectly in her left hand.
There is no crossbow, not even a tea knife. It is suspicious.
"Is this a trap?" He asked bluntly.
She blinked. "Only if you say no."
"...Cool, Cool cool cool. Please lead the way." Rei said.
Without another word, Rosette turned and began gliding silently down the corridor. He followed her, while ntally preparing himself for anything—poisoned scones, love confession, maybe a shrine made of toenail clippings.
She didn’t speak as they passed the library, turned left at the music hall, and descended a rarely-used servant staircase behind a tapestry of a fat cherub riding a pig.
They went down one flight and then another.
"I didn’t know this part of the estate existed," He muttered.
"It doesn’t," she replied simply. " ofcourse–officially."
Then they stopped in front of an unmarked wooden door with a rusted handle. Rosette reached into her apron pocket, withdrew a brass key with a heart-shaped bow, and inserted it into the lock.
"Please don’t be alard," she said, "and rember that everything inside is born of love."
"...That is exactly what people say before a horror movie starts." Rei muttered.
The door creaked open and he imdiately wished it hadn’t opened.
What lay beyond wasn’t a room. It was a shrine. No... maybe even a museum to him.
The lighting was soft, provided by enchanted crystal orbs mounted on the walls. Every available surface was covered in morabilia—frad photographs of him from all ages, school uniforms encased in glass, lockets filled with his hair.
Then he saw a baby tooth.
Pinned with a gold plaque that read: "Rei’s First Molar – Retrieved after he fell down the garden stairs (Age 6) "
"What the actual—" Rei scread.
Rosette walked past him and clasped her hands before an ornate altar at the far end. Upon it stood a miniature marble statue of him in a heroic pose, complete with sculpted six-pack abs.
"I had to imagine so details," she said humbly.
Behind the statue, frad sketches lined the wall—dozens of charcoal illustrations of children. Boys, girls, twins and all variations of hair colors: black like mine, gray like hers, so with a blend of both.
"What... is this?" he asked, his voice a dry whisper.
Rosette turned to face him, face flushed with the gentlest smile.
"This is our future."
He blinked. "Our... what now?"
She gestured to the sketches.
"These are the children, I believe we will have and based on genetic compatibility, ideal age spacing, and optimal gestational windows." She picked up a clipboard from a nearby desk. "I’ve already selected their nas. The eldest will be nad Rosalio, after my grandfather."
"WHAT." Rei scread.
"Oh and this," she added, leading him to a mannequin, "This is your wedding tuxedo. I tailored it using your childhood bedsheets."
He didn’t know what disturbed him more—that she had preserved his linens from childhood, or that she had his asurents down to the milliter.
"Rosette," he croaked, spinning to face her. "This... this is a lot."
She nodded with serene.
"I understand and It’s difficult to accept destiny all at once."
"This isn’t destiny. This is—this is—" he flailed an arm at the corner display, "—a lock of my hair from when I got lice!"
"Yes, The first and last ti your scalp was impure. I saved it as a reminder of your resilience."
His mouth moved but no sound ca out.
[System Notification: ERGENCY HEART RATE SPIKE]
[Heartquake Counter: 190 BPM]
[WARNING: Near-Fainting Threshold]
Rosette moved toward him, offering a glass of cold water.
"You’re overwheld and please, sit."
He stumbled back, knocking into a wall shelf. Suddenly a small music box toppled off and opened. It played a lullaby. Wait it’s his lullaby.
This one he used to hum as a child when he couldn’t sleep.
"How—how do you even know this?" he whispered.
"I used to listen at your door," she said.
"...We were six."
She nodded. "It was love at first assignnt. When the Duke ordered to be your personal maid, and I understood my purpose."
"I needed air, I needed sunlight, I needed an exorcist,I... I need to leave."
"Of course," she said, gently guiding toward the exit. "This place was only ant to reassure you and to remind you that how much I care for you."
[Rosette Affection Level: Beyond Max]
[Status: Absolute Devotion – Unshakeable.]
[Recomndation: FAINT NOW.]
He made it one step outside before the world tilted sideways and suddenly he collapsed in Rosette’s arms.
"Master Rei," she whispered, while stroking his hair as his vision faded. "You’re so cute when you’re overwheld."
"Help..." he croaked.
She kissed his forehead. "I am already helping you."
To be continued...
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