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It was a delicate thing really. Small but flexible branches were weaved together with small but beautiful yellow flowers and green leaves. It was placed on my head with the utmost grace as nothing has fallen apart yet. I figured, maybe life wasn't so bad after all. I gave him a small smile before activating my broom and hopping onto it.

I snapped my fingers again, appeared a black cape with a red and blue line across it. I have accepted that I don't wish to be Queen. I moved my head, signalling he should come. without a word, he followed my lead and we went back to the school building.

Once we walked through the school entrance, my eyes met Raymond's. His chocolate brown eyes widened as he saw me and immediately went towards me. He cupped both of my hands in his tight grip, making me unable to get away.

”My dearest Queen, please rethink your choice. The whole school is in chaos because of you quitting your post. Please return by my side and I promise to not do such thing ever again.” His voice strained as he went for a really long apology.

Walton forcefully separated our hands and all I felt was the warmth in his hands.

”Please do not casually touch Milady. She is not worthy of your touch.” Raymond's eyes widened again. I could see his face about to blow but I gave him a dark stare. The stare I gave was so chilling even the nearby people felt it.

”Touch or berate my servant, and I will make sure you don't see the living daylight.” I continued staring at him as small little droplets began to seep through and flow down. He let out another cough and said.

”I will then take my leave. See you soon lady.” He bowed down and I let out a face of disgust. It was highly disgusting as his fake face shows through every inch, but I guess not to everyone.

”Milady are you alright? Are you hurt?” Walton loosened his grip on my hands and checked for any bruises. Before he could see my scars, I quickly took back my hands snd shook my head, saying I was fine. I pulled my sweater longer and his everything till only a bit of my fingers were seen.

”I'm tired. Walton, can you bring me home? I wish to rest.” Walton nodded and I hopped over to his back from my broom. I took a silent but deep inhale of his comforting scent, remembering my parents. I let out another few tears before sleeping on his wide and warm back.