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"Do you think she received my letter, Nero?" I asked impatiently. It had only been a day and I had already begun worrying. "She's not very far, and my pigeon is quite fast." Nero and I were filing through some military papers: remnants of reports from the war
"You worry too much, Sir," chuckled Nero, "you must not concern yourself; Princess Belladonna will return your letter soon."
I hoped my assistant was right; I'd been worrying about Bella's safety since she left. I didn't trust the prince around her-I didn't trust him at all. It was bad enough that he hated her as much as she hated him. A thought occurred to me thought: what if he started to desire her? Or even... if she started to desire him? The thought disgusted me to the core. I had always wanted Bella to be my bride, but that time has long passed. If she couldn't be my bride, I wanted her to be anyone's but his!
"If I didn't know any better, Sir," said Nero, interrupting my thought pattern, "I could swear you fancy Princess Belladonna." I looked up from the papers to see him smiling at me. I couldn't work out a response to his accusation. With the anger towards Prince Raiden, my concern for Bella, and my new thoughts of potential romance between the two, I was speechless... I didn't know what to say to him. I was use to just shaking off those accusations; this wasn't the first time someone became suspicious of my hidden feelings, but I couldn't say anything to Nero.
His smile disappeared and he nodded. "I see..." I suppose he figured me out. Thankfully, he was trustworthy. Maybe it would be nice to confide in someone for once.