Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) S01 E24

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Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) S01 E24

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“Guns and butlers”

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Daniel POV

“Who the hell are you again?”

Royal families had a rule about hiring staff – butlers were supposed to be at least over twenty.

My new one didn’t look more than eight.

“My name is Charles Andrew Milsworth II, Your Majesty.” The guy buttoned his cuffs nervously, bowing for the third time. I walked over to the doorway, watching him fidget with a piece of card stock.

The guy was sweating bullets.

On a normal day, I would’ve gone easy on the young and impressionable Mr. Milsworth.

Unfortunately, today was the day I almost fücked the woman I was supposed to marry in front of the only woman I’d cared about.

Normal had been half a bottle of Vodka ago.

“So Charlie.” I said, arching a brow. The guy bowed again, real low.

“Ground rules : Don’t bother exercising your back at my front door. Don’t call me ‘Your Majesty’ and don’t ever call yourself ‘The Second’ at anything just because your dad had sex and wasn’t creative about it. We clear?”

He nodded vigorously. “Yes, sire.”

“Good. Now where’s Marcus?”

“I believe he’s in Vetresca, sire.” He said doubtfully. “King Anton requested his presence.”

I let it go after that. I personally had rules, seeing as I was staff here myself.

What the Royals wanted, they got. No questions asked.

“So are you here to give me something or just admire the view, Charlie?”

The boy looked at the paper he’d almost torn, sheepish.

Embarrass a random stranger for kicks and giggles? Check.

“The, um – the Council of Trials has called an emergency meet at the church, sire.” He said, handing me the official document he’d been torturing. “It’s in one hour.”

I groaned internally as the headache set in.

Get hammered for a super important meeting with world leaders? Check.

“Now, Mr. Milsworth.” I said, absently thinking about Marcus. “How good are you finding my socks?”

Half an hour later, I walked down the same street to the church I’d come down before, with no visible blood on my clothes.

Charles wasn’t bad at his job.

He was just new and I was just bîtchy.

I was a little lost in my thoughts so I didn’t pay attention to the road.

So it was completely my fault when I bumped into a woman head on. My bodyguard aimed his assault rifle at her head before I could even apologise.

And boy, did I have a lot more than that to apologise for.

Adriana didn’t look at me, managing to steady herself. The awkward silence between us seemingly stretched on forever. Her own guardian was eyeing the gun with apprehension.

After a long time, I happened to find my voice.

“Please get that gun far away from the Princess.”

Or shoot me. That would work better.

“My apologies, Your Grace.” Adriana said, stiffly. “I wasn’t aware of what was happening around me.”

I flinched at the double meaning .

Well, that makes two of us.

“Adriana.” I run a hand through my hair. “I need to talk to you. I am sorry. I really am.”

She looked up at me. For a moment, I could see the pain flash through her beautiful eyes. Then it was gone.

“You have nothing to apologise for. Have a nice day, Your Grace.” She said simply, walking away.

I could’ve asked her to wait. I could’ve gone after her.

Hell, I could’ve built a fücking shrine in her honour and apologised to her on my knees, because that’s how sorry I was.

But today I was Prince Xavier Grigori.

The bästard who was supposed to marry her twin sister and have tons of vampire babies with her.

I sighed.

Screw up my life? Again?

Check.

I’d hoped that the meeting would be boring enough that I could zone out, pass out, whatever.

As the guardians hauled in a little girl with flaming red hair and calm green eyes, I knew I had no such luck.

“Darius.” I said quietly, as Ira was made to bow in front of us. Her lips were chapped and she was wearing what I’d last seen her in, only the pretty pink top was now covered in dirt and scars. “What have you done?”

” My homework.” The vampire Prince said, calmly. “Would you care to explain who this is, Your Highness?”

Ira barely glanced at me. But I understood what she needed me to say.

“I don’t know.” I said, for the first time in my life, lying for the right reason. “Darius, don’t you see what you’re doing? This is a child.”

“This child killed my father.” He said, as there was a gasp from the other members at the table.

The King of Lirin, the country of shapeshifters, scoffed. He was a handsome older man with salt and pepper hair, in a crisp grey suit and a raven at his shoulder.

“That can’t be true.” He said, voicing what everyone was thinking. “What possible motive could she have, Prince Azaria?”

” King.” Darius corrected him, icily. “As of my father’s funeral, this is my first day as King. And as for motive,

they don’t need one. They’ve hated us since the start.”

I don’t think I’d ever prayed in my life despite being an angel. Sitting in the middle of a church as Darius was preaching war seemed like a great time to start though.

Please don’t say it. Don’t go there.

“This right here is a human.” Darius said, fire in his silvery eyes. Ira flinched. “I wonder what it means when a human girl murders an Immortal King.”

As the whispers and the arguments started up, I looked at Ira. She was still calm, but there was a chilling bleakness under that composure.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything.” I said, in one last ditch attempt. “What if someone hired her? Someone Immortal?”

“That’s a theory.” The King of Lirin agreed.

“One that’s a bit too convenient?” Darius asked, looking at me dead in the eyes. “You’d be surprised to know who we found with her. A friend of friend, one would say.”

I swallowed.

Victoria.

And Xavier .

Suddenly, the stained glass window at the head of the church shattered and coloured glass showered over the coffin of the dead King.

A figure of a man moved stealthily and a red dot hovered over my chest.

Fück .

I got under the table as shots rang out. Before the guardians could even reach for their guns, the King of Lirin’s wine glass hit the ground and his body followed suit.

The shadow disappeared just as quickly as it had come.

Everyone was in shock.

In place of his raven, a lanky boy with black hair and hazel eyes kneeled next to the body. Ira’s cool facade finally broke, as Cyril closed his father’s eyes.

As an afterthought, I realised the irony that I’d accused a Prince of stealing my watch.

The chaos that followed was sparked by one question.

“Still think that a human did it, King Azaria?”

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Daniel : “LIKE IF YOU DON’T WANT ANOTHER WORLD WAR.”