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Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]

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Is it just me or this two are really... like annoyingly sweet or something, it's making me itchy and I don't like it. xD
Great I just imagined what would Isabella end up after Henry does her.... an honest-to-god-forbid yandere. Like Yuno levels of yandere.
 
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This speed... is this what they call a 'Hiver' or a 'Ryuugi'?

Also, Isabella, please, at least say that you didn't have their heads offed. Competent spies are a very precious resource. Their only failure is because Henry is quite good at keeping himself clean.

Also, Yan vibes. I can feel it.
 
shadenight123 said:
Isabella remarkably managed to achieve the same color of the bright pink pillows with her face alone. It was honestly a bizarre color palette -the light blue of her hair, and the bright pink of her face.
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"We really need to change the colors of the room back, because honestly when you blush you kind of fade out of view and I can only see floating blue hair left."
 
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Chapter Eighty-Five

Isabella looked kind of cross. I realized that she had, indeed, ransacked through the entire house judging by how the order of the books in the library and the notes on my desk had been moved all over, and yet also neatly rearranged in a similar position, but not the original one precisely.

On the other hand, I was missing three servants. "Isabella, dear?" I said with a puzzled expression as I mentally counted the heads of the present servitude, "Are we missing someone?" Jeanette was included on the list of missing servants, but still-the reason I was pretty sure two were missing was because the servant assigned to handling my official mail and the one meant to serve me breakfast were both different now, even though they had been the ones practically assigned to it.

"Oh? Must be your imagination dear," Isabella replied nonchalantly, "Thank you so much for recovering my luggage," she smiled as she drew near, taking my hands in hers and the linking my right arm, "what sort of prize shall I give to my most beloved husband for being such a good and noble knight to his lady? Ah, I know," she began to pull me along, and as soon as we stepped into a room that should have been familiar, and yet definitely wasn't, I knew what it was all about. "What do you think?"

I had words. I had words, and those words were quite honestly a mixture of why, why did you think it would be wise, and why did you think I'd like this. The room was, to put it bluntly, the secret fetish heaven of strawberry lovers. It smelled of strawberry, it reeked of strawberry, the colors were pink, and dark pink, purple and what definitely looked like bright yellow, if tinted with a light pink hue.

This room, when hit by the sun's rays directly, would be a dazzling example of hatred and scorn for the eyes of whoever dared to trespass within it.

It also was my sleeping room.

"All of that brown and beige-so out of fashion," Isabella said offhandedly, "There was no way I could tolerate it-"

"Isabella," I said quietly, "Rather than wonder how you managed all of this in one day, I have to ask the reason for this color palette."

"I understand you took an escort and crossed the border to meet with your family," Isabella said nonchalantly, making my blood freeze cold for just the briefest of instants. "I though that changing the colors in your room would make you reminisce them, and ensure you wouldn't have the need to visit them more often," she added with a slightly nervous tone. "I would rather you did not cross the border more than once a year, my Henry. It is a risky and dangerous endeavor-one that could be used to create international accidents, but mostly-an attempt on your life would have drastic consequences, even more so if it happened while you were under a foreign power's escort."

I blinked. "Those were my father's men-"

"But your father is loyal to the crown of Tristain, not that of Gallia," Isabella whispered gently, "I understand you cherish your family, my Henry, but...oh, I so hate acting like this, especially with you-my heart really breaks, but..." she gently grabbed the back of my hand, "the Prince-Regent, though perhaps I should call him King henceforth, he sent word he was to be crowned king soon. It's been confirmed, and that means-I'll be Crown princess, and you my husband. Please refrain from crossing the border any longer."

"Isabella," I said gently, "The next time you want to soften a difficult news for me, please simply give me a cup of warm coffee in my hands beforehand. Do not repaint my rooms colors that are truly eye-searing," I said with a small smile.

"I'm sorry," Isabella said sheepishly, "Is it really that bad? They look pleasant enough-"

"Dear, the only reason my eyes aren't bleeding is because I am doing my best to gaze at the carpet, which, while completely mauve, is still better than the rest of the room," I said quite calmly. "So...can I have my room back to its normal color?"

"Of course!" Isabella said hastily, "anything for you, my Henry."

"Also, I think you know this already, but just in case-the future King wishes for me and my men to be his escort to Romalia for his crowning," I said. "Will you be following him, or..."

"It's for the best I stay at the palace," Isabella answered. "I have to take care of things without uncle there, although...perhaps uncle might..." she grimaced, "No, he wouldn't," she shook her head. "I'll have to do my best. It won't be for long, will it? And with father as King...actually the king..." she shuddered, "Perhaps it's best I get used to making the rules right now."

"You should train in catching objects thrown at you," I said gently, making her furrow her brows in puzzlement. "He also said that as soon as you will be old enough to become Queen without requiring a regency, he'll hand over the crown to you by throwing it in your direction during court. That's his plan, at least."

Isabella's hands clenched tightly, one of them practically hooked on my arm. It didn't draw blood, but the pressure was indeed there. "So...he plans to make a fool of me? That's what you're saying, Henry," she gritted her teeth, "In front of the court no less-a fool, like him?" she shook her head, "What did you say?"

"That I'd catch the crown in case you couldn't, and that I would place it on your head," I answered honestly, moving one of my hands to palm her cheek. "Because you already are the Queen of my heart, it doesn't matter if the fool makes a mockery of himself-I'll always be there for you."

Isabella remarkably managed to achieve the same color of the bright pink pillows with her face alone. It was honestly a bizarre color palette -the light blue of her hair, and the bright pink of her face.

"Henry!" she said with a noticeably improved mood. "Such bold words! Always catching me by surprise with them-why you!" she huffed, slapped my chest with her free hand, and then smiled. "But I have something to say," she hummed pleasantly, "Out of all the things he did wrong, picking you as my betrothed wasn't one." Then she smiled, and proceeded to plant a kiss on the side of my cheek. "There, now tell me everything you did with your family-how is your sister doing?" she remarked. "I heard she is getting married soon enough."

I simply smiled.

"You hear a lot of things, my Isabella."

Isabella smiled in turn, and then hopped on my legs as I took a seat on the nearby, horribly pink and yellow, sofa. "Didn't you know? There are no secrets between a husband and his wife."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you had spies set to follow me wherever I go," I said offhandedly.

Isabella, most coyly made a great, rehearsed show of pulling out a fan, and then began to fan herself while hiding the lower side of her face.

The fact it was theatrical to the extreme was as obvious as plain sunlight, but I still watched with lingering amusement.

"Just so you know," Isabella said softly, "I'd never spy on your time with your family," she continued in a whisper-like voice, nudging her head closer to the crook of my shoulder, her fan left on her lap. "But cheating is unacceptable," she continued with a serious undertone. "Have I been clear?"

"I'd never cheat on you, my dear," I said gently. "That is perhaps the one thing my Gramont friend never managed to teach me," I blinked. "Uh, did you ever realize it? The words Teach and Cheat have the same letters, but arranged differently-"

"Oh?" Isabella blinked, and then her eyes widened. "That's true! It's like-similar to..." she closed her eyes. "Other words."

"Words, Sword," I said.

"Ah! Not fair!" Isabella huffed, "I suggested that one! It's...Its, and Sit!"

I grinned, "Ranged, derange."

"Danger," Isabella said quite proudly.

Thus, the game was on.
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Aww.


Your loli wiafu is getting to be a protective yandere
 
Sending spies to track him everywhere, searching his entire home, making sure the servants are hers, banning him from visiting his family... The yandere is growing, and shade isn't doing anything to stop it.
 
MinorGryph said:
Its like she oscillates between innocent woobie 7 year old and 30 year old business shark.
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I think part of the reason is that Isabella didn't grow up with a proper adult to influence her behavior, or one that she could learn from on how to show her affection in a normal way.

Etiquette lessons don't count and you know it.

I'm thinking the best influences she had, before Henry came along, were Charles and her Grandfather... though both are not exactly the best role models, since any affection they show would always be seen under the lens of politics, and the latter's recipient of kindess (Joseph) makes me seriously doubt his wisdom.

The Yandere vibes... well, a wild guess: I think she got it from Charles. Or rather she must've seen or heard how overprotective he was over Charlotte. With his guilt in sending Josette to the convent, he must have been doubly affectionate and protective of his remaining daughter to compensate.
 
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