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sparklewrites1 · 11 months

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To Kiss a Prince

Xenk Yendar x Reader

About: a Cinderella inspired xenk yendar fic

Warnings: barely any romance. Very evil step family members. Kissing.

A/n: I HATE THIS SO much that I cut it off early. But I'll write another xenk fic soon.

A/n: toe mules aren't as ugly as they sound.

Word count: 4.3k

“You will not ruin this night for your sister!” Your step-mother shouted. She gripped your forearm tighter as she approached the cellar door. She took a key from a pouch that was attached to her waist. She inserted the key into the lock and turned it. Within the span of five seconds, the door was opened and you were thrown inside. Before your body could even hit the ground, the door was slammed shut behind you. “This is a very special night for Camille, and I will do everything in my power to keep you away from the ball!”

“Just one hour, Priscilla. Give me one hour to spend at the ball! I won’t even talk to anyone!” you begged through the barred window of the door.

“My answer is final! You will not go to the ball!” She yelled.

“You won’t even have to pay for my clothes! I’ll wear my mother’s old gown!”

“Actually,” A wicked grin grew on her face. “Camille will be wearing it.”

Your heart dropped. Camille, your arrogant and foolish stepsister, wearing the only possession from your mother that you had left. Just then a plummy voice piped up from atop the stairs.

“Mother.” It was Camille. A smirk was on her lips as she neared the bottom of the steps. Your mothers golden dress was on her body.

“She looks gorgeous, doesn’t she?” Priscilla turned to you, with a smug expression on her face.

“Take it off.” Your voice shook as you commanded furiously.

“Ok.” You were taken aback by Camille’s response, confused as to why she agreed so fast. But before you could think any further, Camille brought her hand to the shoulder of the dress, she tightly gripped the fabric, and tore it.

“No!” You cried.

“Whoops.” She taunted. Before lowering both of her hands to the skirt of the dress and completely detaching the fabric from the top half of the dress, leaving her in only her hooped petticoat.

“Stop it!” You screamed

Camille didn’t listen, she only continued tearing at the dress until she was finally satisfied with her work and took off the entire thing completely and threw it on the floor, she was only wearing her petticoat and corset now. She giggled as she trod back up the stairs, and left the room.

Your sobs echoed through the empty wine cellar as you sunk down on the floor.

“This is what happens to insolent girls who don’t listen.” You heard Priscilla’s footsteps fade away until the room was completely silent, aside from the sounds of your sniffles and cries.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. All you wanted to do was go to the winter ball. Everyone in the region who came from noble blood was invited. Despite how your stepmother and stepsister introduced you to others. You were still the daughter of a duke. You were the lady of your house, but unfortunately, when you were a child, your stepmother and stepsisters came along and took titles of duchess and lady before your father died.

That was why you were in this situation. A week ago you had tried to ask your Priscilla if you could accompany her and your stepsisters to the ball and she immediately refused and claimed she would rather be wearing servant's clothing than be seen at the ball with you.

You had tried reasoning with her. You reminded her that you were also a lady of the house. But she simply ignored you. When you tried asking again during dinner, the words she told you were,

“I’ve grown tired of your nagging, {Name}. If you ask me again, I will take away your supper privileges for the rest of this week.”

After that conversation you waited until the night prior to this evening. And when you asked Priscilla at supper, she took the handkerchief that was placed next to her plate, and used it to lightly dab at the corners of her mouth. After that she got up from her seat and sauntered over to you, she grabbed your plate that had barely been eaten off of, and left the room without a word. You could only assume she had taken it to the kitchens to be thrown away.

Then there was this evening, when she had finally lost it on you and threw you in the wine cellar.

And now here you were on the floor of the dark and frigid room, mourning the loss of your mothers dress.

You tucked yourself into a corner with your back against the wall. You brought your knees to your chest, trying to generate some heat to keep yourself warm in this unpleasant area.

You used your knees as a cushion for your head, despite how uncomfortable it was. You closed your eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, you just wanted this nightmare to end as fast as possible.

As you tried to drift into an unconscious state, a knocking sound echoed throughout the room.

You lifted your head and looked towards the door to find a familiar face.

“Genevieve!” It was your other stepsister, Genevieve. She was so much kinder than her sister and mother, she always shared her food with you in secret when Priscilla took your dinner privileges away.

You jumped up from the floor and scurried toward the door.

“What are you doing here? You should be with Camille and Priscilla.”

“Did you actually think I would leave you in a wine cellar?” She smiled at you. “Look what I have.” She said in a sing-song voice while dangling the key to the wine cellar in front of the barred window.

Before you knew it the door to the wine cellar was open and Genevieve's arms were wrapped around you.

“I know you still want to go to the ball, and I know what Priscilla and Camille did to your mother’s dress.” She frowned. “That’s why I got some help from an old friend of mine.” She grinned.

“What do you mean?” You queried. Just then an oily voice with a french accent spoke.

“She means she came to me for help.”

You looked towards the stairs to find a man who looked like he was in his twenties, leaning against the wall. He was wearing a jumpsuit covered in sparkles and frills. And his brunette neck length hair was in a neat bun.

“Who are you?” You questioned him suspiciously.

“I am one of many names and places!” He shouted. You and Genevieve flinched at the sudden outburst. “But you, sweet Madame, can call me Axel.”

“How are you going to help me? My mothers dress is completely destroyed,” Tears brimmed in your eyes. “And I doubt you could fix it before the ball has ended.”

“Repeat that last part for me.” He coaxed.

“My mothers dress is completely destroyed?”

“No, no the other part.”

“I doubt-”

“You doubt me?!” He bellowed. “You are a fool to doubt and underestimate my skills!” He shouted. “I will show you what a mastermind of fashion can do!” He reached into the pocket of his jumpsuit and pulled out a large glass orb that looked like it was filled with mint green fog. He raised his arm and swung it towards the floor, releasing the orb from his grasp in the process.

The glass orb landed on the dress and exploded into a million pieces. The green mist that was inside spread over the entire area and left you and Genevieve coughing and gasping for air. Once the mist cleared, in the place of your mothers dress was an extravagant golden ball gown, the neckline and bodice were white and decorated with golden accents, below the bodice was a long, golden, bouffant style skirt.

“How did you do that?” You stared at Axel with an incredulous expression on your face.

“It does not matter! Hurry up and put it on!” Genevieve exclaimed, while gently pushing you towards the dress.

“This skirt though, it is too long for me to wear, I’ll be tripping over the fabric all night.”

“You can use my extra petticoat, now go!” She gave you one final push as you grabbed the dress off of the floor and ran up the stairs, passing Axel, who gently grabbed her arm before she could go any further.

“You’re not wearing those shoes, are you?” He inquired, referencing the dirty flats on your feet.

“They are all I have.”

“Oh.” he murmured. His eyes shifted down to the shoes. “I guess I could work with these.” He turned his eyes back up at you. “Take them off.”

“Pardon?”

“The shoes. Take them off and give them to me.” You bent down and pulled both shoes off of your feet. You then handed them to Axel, “Thank you.”

“What am I supposed to wear at the ball if you have my shoes?”

“Just go and get dressed!” Genevieve and Axel both shouted.

Genevieve and Axel were now in the living area, waiting impatiently for you to come out from your bedroom. Genevieve was bouncing her knee nervously while Axel scoffed for the umpteenth time.

Just then the sound of a door creaking and soft footsteps were heard.

There you were standing in the doorway of the living area in all your beautiful glory.

“You look gorgeous.” Genevieve beamed.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

“You were always my favorite sister, Viv.” You hugged her.

Axel cleared his throat. You and Genevieve parted from your hug and turned to him. He outstretched his arms, and in his hands were a pair of white toe mules embroidered with gold.

“For the pretty lady. I fixed your shoes.” he stated.

With a grin you took the shoes from him and swiftly put them on.

“Thank you, Axel. For everything.” You looked at Genevieve. “And thank you, Genevieve.”

“You’re welcome.” Axel smiled. “Now both of you go! You have a ball to attend!” He pushed you both toward the front door. “I already have a carriage outside waiting for you, so don't worry about that.” You and Genevieve stepped outside and saw an all white carriage waiting for you at the end of the path. “Have fun girls!” He waved you goodbye as you walked down the stone path.

You arrived at the carriage and the door was opened for you by a footman. You and Genivieve sat down in seats across from each other. And less than a minute later you were moving. You watched through the window as your manor became smaller and smaller, until it was finally out of sight.

“I still cannot believe that I am actually going to a ball.”

“Have you never been to one before?”

You silently shook your head. A moment of silence passed.

“Well, I will help you navigate your very first ball!” Genevieve piped up. She leaned towards you and grabbed your hand. “I will make sure you have the best night of your life.” She smiled, and you returned the gesture.

But your joy shifted into fear as a terrifying thought entered your mind.

“Camille and Priscilla, how will we avoid them?” You frowned. Genevieve sat back in her seat and pondered for a few seconds.

“I will stay with them, and I will keep them from spotting you.” She decided. “That way, you will be able to thoroughly enjoy your night.”

“Oh, Genevieve. You are the greatest sister I could ask for.” You leaned forward and captured her in an embrace.

After a fairly short ride, the carriage came to a slow stop. You took that as a sign that you had arrived at the royal castle.

The footman opened the door for the both of you once more. Genevieve stepped out first and you followed close behind.

“How long do you think we can stay?” You turned your gaze to her.

“Mother usually is in bed by midnight, so I’d say we could stay until 30 minutes before midnight.” You nodded in agreement.

As you neared the gates, you noticed that the area was completely empty, save for a few guards who were scattered around the castle.

Once you were inside, it only took you about five minutes to find the ballroom, which was already full of guests from around the region.

Genevieve went inside first. She whispered something in the ear of the master of ceremonies.

“Lady Genevieve of the House of Blanchard!” The man announced.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you passed through the large doorway. You turned toward the master of ceremonies and whispered a fake name in his ear.

“Lady Josephine of the House of Allard!” He announced.

You let out a shaky breath as the large crowd came into view. Heads turn in your direction, and you hear a few murmurs coming from the people.

Your anxiety lessened as you spotted Genevieve successfully distracting your stepmother and stepsister.

You sauntered down the stairs. When you made it to the bottom, the crowd seemed even larger.

You let a shaky breath out as you observed the room. There were so many people, most of them you didn’t recognize, although a small amount of them you had seen around town when you were younger.

You took a stroll around the room, greeting people and making small talk as you passed them. After about thirty minutes you started to feel overwhelmed by all the conversation, so you went into a corner of the colossal room that was less crowded.

You stayed there for the next few moments, watching as couples danced to the elegant music that was played by a large band that was located in the corner across from you. You watched as people gossiped and laughed with each other. Your heart couldn’t help but ache at the sound of it. Oh, how you wished for a life full of joy and laughter. How you wished to have friends you could visit everyday. How you wished to have a home of your own that you could host get-togethers in. How you wished for someone who you could open your heart to, someone you could lay next to every night and converse with into the early hours of the day. How you wish you had someone to hold you in your darkest hours. Oh, how you wished for something that at least resembled true happiness .

But a life like that was out of your reach. You would never find love, You would never have close friends. And you would never have a home of your own. You accepted that fact long ago.

You couldn’t help but lower at the sight of everyone's joy.

“Are you alright?” A smooth voice spoke from beside you.

You turned towards the source and found a tall, handsome man, his face showing a hint of worry.

“I am fine.” You lied. “I am just… Anxious.”

“Is that why you are crying?” He inquired.

You placed a hand below your eye and sure enough, there was a droplet of water on the tip of your finger.

“Oh.” You searched your general area for a handkerchief and found none. That was until the man next to you held one out for you.

“Here. It seems like you need it more than I do.”

You gently grabbed the handkerchief from his hands, and dabbed the area underneath your eyes.

After you were finished, you went to hand the handkerchief to him but he politely refused.

“I have others, that one can remain in your ownership.”

You mumbled a thanks and continued to grasp the handkerchief.

“What is your name?”

“I am Josephine of the House of Allard.” You lied.

“I don’t recall a ‘House of Allard’. Are you from this region?”

“Yes, I live in this region. My family is not exactly popular.” You lied once more.

“Is that so?”

You nodded. You silently gulped as his eyes scanned you for a second, then he opened his mouth.

“Would you like to dance?”

You momentarily froze. Dance? Did you know how to dance? You never recalled taking any lessons, so it was safe to assume you didn’t. You looked toward the crowd, the dance everyone was doing didn’t seem to be too complicated, but you doubt you could memorize it. You turned back toward the man.

“I don’t know how to dance.” You nervously explained.

“I will teach you.” He held out his hand for you to take.

You hesitantly place your palm in his and he led you to the middle of the ballroom. A new melody started to play. You nervously stood in front of the man, one hand was on your hip, the other was still grasping your hand. You placed your other hand on his shoulder, and the dance began.

You tried your best to follow his moves, and although you did graze the tips of his shoes once or twice, you did surprisingly well.

As time went on, it felt like you two were the only people in the room. You slowly, but surely memorized the steps to the dance that you are now aware is called, ‘The Varsovienne Waltz’. You and the man moved gracefully across the ballroom floor. You observed the way his golden brown skin glowed under the bright lights that were scattered around the room, his short locs were swept to the side of his head, and his gorgeous brown eyes stared deep into yours.

As the music slowed and you continued swaying with the man. You started to notice the stares that were placed on the both of you. You let your gaze lower to the ground as your face grew hot. Were you two being watched the entire time? If so, why?

But unbeknownst to you, among the sea of people, there were two sets of eyes that placed their glares upon you.

“Is that who I think it is, Genevieve?” Priscilla questioned.

Inside Genevieve was panicking. She was supposed to keep Priscilla and Camille occupied, and she was successfully doing so! That was until events took a turn for the worse, when you and the prince himself were seen waltzing in the middle of the ballroom. Genevieve tried her best to keep her sister and mother from looking, but the large crowd gathering around you two drew their attention. And now here she was, trying to come up with an explanation as to why you were dancing with the royal prince.

“That is not her. I swear. I left her in the cellar.”

“She's lying, mother.” Camille’s jade green glare was placed on Genevieve.

“Don’t you think I know that.” Priscilla snapped. She looked towards Genevieve once more. “Genevieve,” She started. “This is a very special night for your sister. It is supposed to be your sister who is dancing with the prince. Not the unwanted orphan who we give shelter to.” She placed both hands on Genevieve's shoulders. “Now I want you to go over there, Grab {Name}, and bring her to me, so that I can have a ‘talk’ with her.” She commanded.

“I won’t.” Genevieve responded.

Priscilla took in an irritated inhale. “And why won’t you?”

“Because they are gone.” Genevieve tried to contain the small smirk that was growing on her lips.

Priscilla turned her eyes back to the center of the room, and sure enough, you and the prince were nowhere to be found.

“Where has she gone?!

You and the man were sitting on a stone bench in the castle gardens. After the dance, you had told him that the stares were making you anxious, after that statement, he had told you that he knew a place where you could both respite. He had led you to a private garden that was hidden behind the castle, and taken you to a stone bench that sat in front of a small pond.

“Should we even be here?”

“It’s alright. I have access to this location for a reason.”

“And what is that reason?” You slightly leaned towards him.

“I will tell you, but only if you tell me your name.”

“I have already given you my name.”

“I know that there is no ‘House of Allard’. I want your real name.”

“My name is, {Name}, of the House of {Last Name}.”

“{Last Name}? As in Duke{Last Name}?”

“He was my father. But he died long ago. Now I live with my stepmother, and stepsisters, who are also of noble blood, and they are here tonight.” You said with a bit of sadness in your tone.

“Are they?”

“Yes. But I do not want to talk about them now.” You declared. “But now, you must tell me about yourself, to make it fair.”

“Alright. My name is Xenk. Xenk Yendar. I am the prince of this kingdom, and this is my private garden.”

Your jaw dropped. There was no way you were sitting next to the actual prince of Quisritis.

Oh no.

You danced with the prince! You stared into his eyes meaningfully! (?)

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were just supposed to come to the ball, enjoy yourself for a short time and leave. What you weren’t supposed to do was get friendly with the prince.

There were so many things going on in your mind at the moment and you couldn’t process them all, you wanted to say something but you couldn’t even think of the right words. So you said the first thing that came to your mind.

“You’re fucking lying.”

Your hands flew to your mouth. You jumped up from the bench, and as quickly as you got up you dropped down to your knees in front of him.

“I apologize to Your Highness! I did not mean to say such vulgar words! I ask for your forgiveness!” You pleaded.

“There is no need to apologize. I appreciate your honest words. Now please, can you get up?” He awkwardly requested.

You rose from your spot on the ground and stood in front of him.

“Sit down, please?”

You sat.

“You should not have to apologize for speaking your mind. In fact, I implore you to speak it right now.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. Whatever you are thinking, I am interested in hearing it.” He smiled.

“Well, I think that… You are very handsome, and I think your taste in flowers is impeccable.” You picked at your nails, waiting for a response. (I'm crying this is so ew.)

“Thank you.” He smiled. “And my taste in flowers, why do you think that?”

“I was observing the pond, and I noticed how you had pink dahlias and lavender hydrangeas next to each other. Although other people would find it strange, I feel that the similar shapes of the flowers compliment each other. Also, I know that it was you who changed your family crest from a purple clematis to an iris. A purple clematis symbolizes royalty while an iris symbolizes hope, which leads me to suspect that you purposely chose the iris to show that your rule means hope for the future.” You rambled.

“You are observant. I admire that.”

“I don’t consider myself observant. I just pay attention.”

“Is that so?” he tilted his head slightly.

You nodded. Looking up at him through your eyelashes. You noticed how his eyes went down to your lips for a split second. You tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t. You leaned forward and so did he. Your noses were touching. His lips were grazing yours. Just as the final move was about to be made, Chimes of a bell echoed through the air. You turned your head towards the clocktower and your heart dropped when you saw the time.

It was midnight.

You were supposed to have left thirty minutes earlier, but you had gotten sidetracked when you were with the prince. You turned back towards him, grabbed the side of his face and pressed your lips against his in a hasty fashion, after a good second or two, you pulled back.

“Apologies, my prince, but I must be going!” Before he could respond you turned around and ran away.

You sprinted through the large halls of the castle until you had finally gotten to the exit. You saw your carriage and footman still waiting for you at the end of the path, but Genevieve was nowhere to be seen. You could only assume she went home with Priscilla and Camille.

When you got to the carriage, you practically jumped inside. Instead of waiting for the footman to get the door, you grasped the handle and closed it yourself.

You huffed as the carriage started moving. You weren’t in the clear just yet, but for now you could relax just a little bit. As you got in a comfortable position, you felt a strange sensation. You felt carpet rubbing against your foot. You pulled your skirt back and sure enough, your shoe was gone. You groaned, already knowing Axel wouldn’t be too happy to hear about losing your brand new toe mules. But that was the least of your concerns.

You arrived at your manor after what felt like hours, even though the ride had to have been twenty minutes max.

You stepped out of the carriage and rushed toward the entrance of your manor. When you opened the door all was quiet. You ran to your bedroom in the attic and quickly changed out of your gown, and into your pajamas. You gently took your gown and shoe into your hands and hid them in the loose floorboards under your bed.

You got in your bed and pulled the covers over yourself, hoping to fall asleep before Priscilla and Camille were home, and you eventually did.

Meanwhile, a certain prince stood on the steps of his castle, holding a golden slipper…

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Dungeons and dragons honor among thieves

◦•●◉✿ 𝕩𝕖𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ✿◉●•◦ [𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚]

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜! 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎. 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍.

"Let's begin shall we? " I smiled to myself I started to sing my song and walk toward the bridge. I see that everyone is following behind me as is sing louder and louder.

I need to hurry because I don't know how that wild wolf can hold xenk yendar for long . And I know that beast won't last long. Because I can see him running back here. He most have know that I was the one who trapped that child and something wasn't right .

I turn around and see that all the people of the village are on the bridge because of my spell. The bridge won't last long as it's made of wood . The wood isn't that strong since it beginning to rot at the bottom .

The river is deep so that one more advantage for me. I stopped singing .

" you're late deary ~ " I said and turns to xenk yendar .

" let them go. " xenk said drawing his sword.

" no can do sir xenk " I said. Xenk take a step forward and I make the villager take a step back. Xenk stop in his tracks knowing if he take another step the villager would back away and into the middle of the bridge where it will be unable to hold for that many people.

" it seems I was right about you " he said

" you knew? And you didn't do anything to stop me?" I said taunting him trying to get him mad because. They say that xenk yendar never get irritated or mad.

" that's quite unheroic of you sir xenk " I said resting my hand on my hips

" I was just giving you a chance to see if you change . Because everyone deserve to have chance to be good-" I cut him off at his sentence because it irritated me .

" oh please I'm getting bored just by listening to you. Will you stop talking. This is supposed to be fun exciting-"

" it anything but fun or exciting, quite the opposite really. Your putting the villager in danger. They treated you kindly when you step foot in this village." I roll my eye at xenk and cross my arms.

" yea, yea they where fools to- " I stop talking and dodge blade he trew at me that was millimeter away from my face. I look back where xenk was standing but he wasn't there then I felt his hand on my head. I turned and kick his hand away but as the paladin he is he dodged the attack easily.

" I don't understand you could have killed me but you just use your cleansing touch? " I said avoiding his hands, I grabbed a dagger that I hid under my belt to defend myself. I'm not a fool, I knew he's way to strong for me and much faster.

If only I could have my full power back I would have get away with a scratch .

" you most be weak or is your strength taken by someone ? Because ive never fought with a siren this weak. They always attack in a group. I'm guessing you where banished or outclassed from where you came from ? " Xenk said , I stop and felt annoyed by looking at him

" I pity you. Y/n " that was the last straw I had enough of xenk insulting me.

" then don't ! " I came from behind him and try to stab him at the back but he caught my wrist and pulled me close

" tell me what you are after miss y/n " his breath fan my face, we are so close that we could almost kiss. I tried to break free from his grip by using the other hand but he caught it too

" tell me- " xenk was cut of from his sentence as we heard something breaking we both turned and saw the bridge falling . I took the opportunity to pull my hand back and back away. I chuckled at him as his face was full of worry for the people on that bridge.

" looks like the bridge is about to collapse. If I where you I wouldnt waste my time on a little weak siren. So What will you do sir xenk? Continue to take me out and let all the 200 people drown ? Or let me go and save all 200 people in danger? " I said snapping my fingers and let the people snap out of my spell

They all gained they're senses and realize they where all on the bridge . They panic by running and screaming because the bridge can't support all of them at once and there are at least 200 people on tht bridge. The began to get off the bridge but it was to late the bridge collapse and all the people on the bridge began to fall into the river.

Xenk let's go of me and run toward the river. He began to take off his coat before diving to the water. As he is busy with saving people I begin to doing my mission.

I smiled and head of to xenk house to see what he has for me of use. I kicked the door open and when to every corner of the room I checked everywhere and there's nothing. I check the closest drawers and bed but nothing. The next thing I check was the floors and walls , I knocked on the wooden panels until I heard a click from one of the wooden floors.

I pulled the lid to reveal a basement , I light a candle and head down. I was amazed of how many books there where. I quickly go through then then I came a cross of a book about the red sorcorer . I quickly put it in my bag and some other scrolls before heading out. I stole some potions and other valuables but the most important was the heart of the sea that is what I came for .

I picked up slash hammer and head towards the water fountain. I begin destroying the fountain until a medal box was revealed.

" found it. " I said. The story of the heart of sea is a long one it provides this village water. Long long time ago this part of the land was just a desert. Until a man front he village saved a siren by giving his water for her to drink. The siren thanked him by giving him the heart of the sea. she told him how the heart of the sea works . The man brought it back home and show it to the villagers. And that faithfull day they had water since. the heart of the ocean made a river's for them so they can have water and fish. Many tried to steal the heart of the sea but failed because its protected by siren spell. only the man and the siren from the royal blood can take it

I pulled the the heart of the sea out of the box

" finally I can go home now " I said looking at the blue stone

I quickly pack my things and exist the building. I can see from afar that xenk is pulling people out of the water , some of them that could swim help. I felt a slight guilt but ignored it and pulled my hood to cover my face. I grabed a sword and head towards the stables to get a hoars. I saddle up and put my things on the hoars .

" okay pall let's go "I climb up the hoars and got ready to head out until I felt a sharp pain behind my neck. I fall off the hoars and got ready to hit the ground but felt someone catching me

" Im sorry but I can't let you leave with that stone miss y/n "

" fucking Asshole ." I said

" sorry but I don't quite understand you by that. Do you want to get-"

" it's a fucking metaphor you old-" that's the was my last sentence before passing out because of his cleansing touch.

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𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔. (இдஇ; )

𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹 ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*

#xenk yendar x reader #dungeons and dragons honor among thieves #xenk x reader #dnd #xenk x yn

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