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❝Never put your faith in princes. When you require a miracle, trust a witch.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#87CEFA ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #8FD8D8】
|| Found Tonight || Dear Hamilton ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#87CEFA ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #8FD8D8】
|| Found Tonight || Dear Hamilton ||
Time had not moved outside of the dimension Levi had fallen into. When she returned, the room looked exactly the same, the book open to the same page, the furniture appearing untouched despite the vortex that Levi was certain had happened. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her new eye was golden in hue, it could see perfectly despite the scar on her otherwise unblemished face. Faustus walked up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "So this is the palace," he had a nostalgic look in his eye. "I'm not supposed to leave this room," Levi admitted, "but my familiar should be back any second." His eyes widened, "You've summoned a familiar?" Levi nodded, speak of the devil, Pen entered carrying a tray.
"Levi!" She squealed, the door closing behind her. Her familiar grabbed her, wrapping her wings around Levi protectively. "Who is that man! Why is he shirtless and in your bed!" Pen hissed at him, then looked Levi up and down to check for wounds. "Your eye!" She squeaked, stepping back. Levi scratched at her head, looking away. "Um, a lot has happened." Levi admitted, "a lot?! Cheese and crackers, I've been gone for ten minutes!" Pen directed Levi to the table, away from Faustus, who was now looking through the closet for a shirt. "And you, who are you and what are you doing with Levi!" Faustus turned, sweeping into a low bow, a dramatic gesture indeed.
"My name is Faustus, I am Princess Levi's intended." Levi's head was still spinning, "Pen-" but her familiar held up a hand. "Eat your lunch Levi, I'll take care of this," she rolled up her sleeves, feathers ruffling. It was clear that Pen was not happy with any of this. "You can't be her intended, Levi does not take the hand of strangers, much less some unknown street rat!" Pen had her hands on her hips, she was clearly trying to block Faustus's view of the Princess. "Strangers? Please, allow me to introduce myself," he stopped rifling through Levi's closet and turned around, bowing once more. "Prince Faustus Willim Abergene the Third, at your service." His bow was so low his hair touched the tiles. "Pr-prince!?" Levi and Pen both stuttered incredulously.
Faustus crossed the room, taking an apple from the silver tray. "You said nothing about being a Prince!" Levi hissed as he perched himself on the edge of the table. "It did not seem relevant at the time," he admitted with a shrug, biting into the apple. Levi leaned back in her seat, her head still spinning from all of this. "Perhaps you should have mentioned something about that? Maybe it would have laid some validity to your claim?" Faustus grinned, leaning forward and tipping Levi's chin up with a finger. "I have no validity, I am a dishonored prince that has been chained under the ground for the last century. I do not know if my family even still lives, but I promise you this Princess, I will not allow them to do to you what they have done to me."