Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) S01 E40

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Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) S01 E40

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 40

“Short, red and smoking hot”

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Xavier P. O. V

“I can explain.” Danny began.

“I bet you can.” I propped up my feet, downing a glass of Scotch. “Only I can’t hear you because your head is so far up Adriana’s äss.”

Daniel sighed, running a hand through his hair. Going by the photos, the vampire chick was similar enough to pass as her sister.

Probably the only time in history The Daily Express prevented a war by getting their headline wrong.

” Crown Prince of Vetresca, Xavier Grigori shows new found affection for fiancé, Princess Alexandra.” I read out, rolling my eyes.

There were so many things wrong with that, it was like Autocorrect wrote it.

“Could this be the start of a feisty marriage for the hottest new power couple in town? Extra, Extra, read all about it.”

Daniel cringed.

“What do I tell her?”

“Danny, Danny, Danny.” I shook my head. He truly was lost. “The more important question would be “What do you tell him ?”

It was the tiniest, most inconsequential thing most of the papers had missed.

The leech’s pretty mismatched eyes.

“Darius is going to want a d--n good reason for s------g with the wrong sister.” I said, knowing it would be the first thing he would notice. I smiled. “The devil is literally in the details.”

“No.” Daniel threw his head back, hopeless. “The devil is going to mount my head on a spike and feed my balls to his dog.” He paused, considering it. “What dog does Darius have?”

I rolled my eyes.

“The three headed kind that rolls out the welcome mat to the underworld.”

“I just happen to have a German Shepherd called Cerberus.” A voice said from the bar’s entrance. “Then again, you’d make good kibble for a fücking beagle.”

Daniel turned white as snow. Somehow he put on a good show of acting like his worst nightmare wasn’t standing at the door, leaning on a cane with a foot long blade inside it.

“I can explain -” Danny started all over again.

“He truly can’t. May I take a shot at this?” I interrupted, subtly making sure I was standing between him and Darius.

“Shut the fück up and leave.” Darius could’ve given Antarctica a run for its money with the ice in his tone. “This stays between royalty.”

God bless mother irony.

“Lol, Your Highness.” I told Danny, rolling my eyes. “As your oh so loyal

subject , what do you think I should do?”

“I think you should make sure I leave here with my head still on my shoulders.” Danny muttered to me.

The temperature dropped about two degrees.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s a possibility.” Darius answered for me, that cane turning into sharp metal with one flick of his wrist.

I had a two guns on me and we could’ve had a fun day, playing the family friendly game of Leech King vs. Beggar Prince Round 2.

But as Darius advanced towards me, all I did was hold my hands up.

“Do you know I can bake red velvet cake?”

“Why the bloody hell would I know that?” I was surprised the windows weren’t frosting over. “Now please excuse me. I need to kill you, then the ungrateful son of a bîtch who’s fücking my sister.”

“Is that really necessary though?” I asked, dancing out of his way as he came at me with his blade. “Let’s just chill and talk about French pastry, bro.”

” Bro ?!” Darius paused to glare at Daniel. “Where the hell did you find this idiot?”

“Well,” Daniel shrugged. “He called my first grade English teacher a hot bîtch with a fine äss and got away with it. We’ve been best friends ever since.”

“You have my respect.” Darius told me solemnly, going for my neck. “And my condolences.”

“Oh, I can teach you how to do that.” I offered, missing the tip of the blade by an inch. “And bake. And eat the stuff you bake. In style whilst flirting with Miss. Robins.”

“What is with you and the cake?” Darius was livid.

“Cake tastes d--n good, bro.” I emphasised, smiling. “Especially when it’s short, red and smoking hot.”

Daniel groaned knowing exactly what I was talking about. “Please tell me your cake is locked up in an oven or something?”

I thought about it.

“Well, I did put some fruit next to it.”

“Are you fücking kidding me right now?” Darius was deathly quiet. “I don’t have time for your Bake off bullshît.”

The temperature in the room dropped further.

“Yo, Elsa.” I said, swiftly dodging his steady advances. “Trying to have a meaningful conversation here.”

“Oh, don’t mind me.” Darius worked the blade so fast I couldn’t even see it anymore. “I’m just trying to carve your heart out. Would make a great little topper for that cake of yours. See, I can discuss pansy stuff too.”

“You should relax more.” Our little blade dance was getting intense. Darius managed to cut me twice. “Maybe I should put some weed in it for good measure.”

“I think I need it more than him.” Danny muttered, sweating profusely just watching us.

“Enough!” Darius yelled, thrusting the blade with one final move into my chest.

I fell forward, as he pulled the thing out, coughing blood. It would heal soon enough but I couldn’t breathe.

The vampire King went for Daniel next, and I couldn’t do anything. I felt entirely powerless as pure raw fear clouded Danny’s expression.

Just as Darius was about to go for his throat, a woman dematerialised in front of him, closing her eyes.

I had to hand it to him.

Danny certainly knew how to pick his women.

If I’d thought Adriana was shy before, she looked nothing like it now. Her eyes were both gold with magic, as she stood her ground between her brother and her Prince.

“Move.” Darius said, roughly.

“No.”

“Please don’t do this, Adriana -”

“I’ll do whatever I want.” She said, looking him straight in the eyes. “I love this man and I’d like to marry him.”

“And what of your sister?”

Adriana hesitated. As much as she liked Danny and despite their differences, it was evident she loved her sister. Breaking this wedding off was blatantly insulting her in front of the world.

She couldn’t answer him.

So I did.

“Alexandra doesn’t care about you, right?” I asked Danny.

He shrugged, and after twelve long years with him, I’d come to understand that with Danny that always meant “well, I may or may not have slept with that woman.”

I sighed.

“If you can convince your sister and put on some contacts,” I told Adriana. “You two could still get married.”

Everyone in the room contemplated it.

“You want me to pretend to be my sister?”

“You want me to marry Adriana without breaking it off with the other one?”

“You want them to fool an entire continent?”

Wouldn’t be the first time I tried that.

Adriana thankfully took up my cause and convinced Darius. He eventually calmed down enough to consider the possibility.

Daniel downed his Vodka, the fake Prince watching his fake bride in adoration.

“One hell of a scandal if we pull this off.”

“Scandals are for royalty.” I muttered, catching a glimpse of red hair through the window.

“Some gentlemen prefer cake.”

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Xavier : “I’m WRITING A COOKBOOK CALLED LIKE FOR THAT RED VELVET.” XD

To Be Continued..