Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel I) - S01 E11

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Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel I) - S01 E11

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

Victoria's POV

“Stop groping my äss. Thanks.”

My efforts at being elegant were clearly not working.

The ‘gentleman’ dancing with me narrowed his eyes. I stepped on his feet, admittedly not by accident. He winced, moving his fingers to my waist.

God bless Jimmy Choos.

The ballroom had about a hundred couples waltzing to the sound of violins. They were of different ages and races, but they all had two things in common.

They were filthy rich and gorgeous as fück.

Biscuit just gave me one of his meaningful “you know what to do” looks and disappeared an hour ago.

Which, of course, meant I did not know jacksquat.

When he said castle, for some reason I expected a Disney style monstrosity with magical turrets and singing birds.

Rega Kastel was more like Mickey’s office, if the mouse was a corporate businessman.

Thirteen state-of-the-art skyscrapers were connected overhead and underground by bridges and tunnels. It was intimidating, cold and beautiful.

Much like the people inside it.

To be fair, I did make an attempt to socialise. I knew by now that this was an engagement party. So when a pretty girl tried to talk to me, the conversation went a little like this.

“I’m afraid I haven’t had the pleasure to meet you, milady. I’m Adriana, sister to Prince Darius Azaria.”

Um … “I’m Victoria.” Shortcake to Sir Biscuit.

“Whose side are you from?”

“I’m a friend of the groom.”

“How did you and the prince meet?”

“I tried to kill him.”

She assumed it was a joke. After an awkward laugh, she excused herself and walked away.

I was clearly awesome at socialising.

After that, I stuck to the buffet table and made friends with the waiter. He kept my wine glass full and told me something I was trying very hard to ignore.

My target, a.k.a the annoying guy with the blue eyes, Danny or Xavier or whatever the hell his name was – well, he was the ruling Prince of Vetresca.

I sat down, downing my glass in one shot.

I almost killed the king of a continent.

I almost started World War IV.

I almost got only ten million dollars for it.

This was when the ‘gentleman’ in the mask had asked me for a dance. I nodded without any real interest.

The song was over now. I was lost in my own thoughts when he spun me around and led me outside.We were on an isolated bridge, at least three thousand feet above the ground.

“Now that we’re away from all that fuss,” the man whispered, holding me against the railing. “We need to talk, Victoria.”

Chills ran down my spine. “You know who I am?”

“Oh, I think a good boss should know his employees.”

The client.

Shît.

“Who are you?” I tried to make out his features under the silver mask.

“Not important.” He said, his violet eyes boring holes. “I gave you a job. I see you haven’t done it yet.”

“It’s a process.” I muttered. “Killing someone isn’t easy.”

“It is for you.” He said. “I’m a patient man, but not for long.”

“I can’t.” I shot back. “The target is-”

“I know who he is.” He said, coldly. “Either you do it or I will. I don’t like getting my hands dirty, of course, and I won’t be nearly as gentle as a girl.”

My mouth fell open.

“I-”

“Shh.” He put a finger on my lips. “Do what you’re told, little red bird. Or I might have to punish you.”

With that, he disappeared into thin air. I hadn’t felt this unnerved in my whole life. I realised how close I’d been to falling off the bridge and my vision swam a little.

“Are you alright?”

A dark haired girl in a black dress stood by the door, watching me. She had ocean blue eyes and a gold phoenix tattoo on her arm. She seemed vaguely familiar for some reason.

“Yeah.” I said, taking a deep breath. “I’m fine.”

“Cancer patients say they’re fine all the time too.”

I looked at her.

She shrugged. “Life is one big joke, so why should death be any different?”

“I bet you find funerals funny too.” I muttered, smiling despite myself. “Are you a doctor?”

“I’m a guardian.” She gave me a once over. “Are you my brother’s new slüt?”

” What ?”

Suddenly, it became glaringly obvious why she seemed familiar.

The little girl in the photo.

“Kiera, don’t walk away. I’m s-”

Biscuit came through the door, pausing when he saw both of us together.

“Leave before I kill you.” Kiera told him calmly. “It’s been twelve years. And you’ll find I can actually use my knives now.”

I remembered his story about his guardian blades. I couldn’t help it – I laughed until I was in tears. Both of them looked at me like I was crazy.

“You stole your baby sister’s blades, didn’t you?”

“You stole my blades?” Kiera yelled.

“Thanks for that.” Biscuit glared at me. He turned to her. “Technically, I was borrowing them-”

“Shut. The. Fück. Up.” Kiera went from calm to murderous real quick. “Not one phone call. Not one text. Not one “Hey, sis, I’m not kidnapped or starving or god forbid, six feet under the ground. No , you just show up here all of a sudden and expect everything to be perfectly fine, all hunky dory. Do you have any idea how worried I was, you bloody idiot…”

Biscuit didn’t move as she repeatedly punched his chest. She rattled out a string of obscenities, threatened to throw him off the bridge but he just stayed still.

“I missed you, Kia.” Biscuit said quietly, after a while.

Kiera looked at him, falling silent. I thought she was going to hit him again when she almost toppled him over with a hug.

Biscuit ruffled her hair, his eyes shining.

“If you leave me alone in this godförsaken place again,” Her voice cracked. “I swear -”

“I won’t leave you alone.” Biscuit closed his eyes. “Promise.”

Was someone chopping onions ?

“So about those blades.” I started awkwardly.

“Thanks for the reminder.” Kiera looked up at him, sternly. “You owe me.”

Biscuit sighed.

“You two are going to get along so well.”

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Kiera : “EVERY VOTE SAVES AN ORPHAN ANGEL.”Xd