demigodchaos

“Are you serious, you Commoner?” Darius hissed and lashed out with his hand, which almost hit his servant if he would have been a step closer. “I am going to a party orchestrated by the Prince, for lord's sake! I can’t be going half-assed like this! He would think I have lost my prestige!” “I apologize, my lord…” the young servant exclaimed and bowed, not daring to look the angry lord into the face that very moment. “I thought we had prepared it perfectly before. I’ll have the head maid personally iron your suit out again ” “Yeah, do that. While you're at it, let's check over the rest of the clothes again as well. My reputation is on the line, so I won't stand for anything less than perfect!” Darius huffed, then shook his head. “As you wish. Should I…” “What’s your name?” Darius interrupted. “Melas, sir.” “Melas, huh? There is no need to carry all the things away. Leave the rest of the clothes and jewelry here and let me check over them as well. As you know I am quite the harsh

“Let’s just meet up and have some fun together. We can even be each other's date replacements if you want to think of it that way.” Emile sighed, looking at the mirror. “Or at least so he said. How can Roy always be so outgoing and free with this sort of stuff? It’s Valentine's Day and we two don’t have any girls to speak of. Not that a girl would ever be willing to talk to me anyway.” “Should I even go out with Roy today…? After all, all the couples will laugh at us when they see two boys going out with each other…” He sighed once again and shook his head, ready to plop himself onto his bed once again, when… Ding Dong …his doorbell suddenly rang. Knowing that it wasn’t a good idea to leave anyone waiting, Emile built himself up again and went to the apartment door. Opening the door, he hoped no one would be waiting for him on the other side so that he didn't have to talk to anyone… …and he was right. Only a single letter was lying at his doorstep, making Emile curiously pick it