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𑁍̤ ❛ HAUNTING ―― LINGERS BEHIND . . .
𝘈 𝘚𝘔𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘖𝘍 𝘚𝘐𝘓𝘒 *
a fanfiction based on a crossover between 'who made me a princess' and 'death is the only ending for the villainess' // tw : just in c...
"but i was crying on the staircase, begging you please don't go."
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THE NEXT MORNING , penelope finds herself staring out of the window still . she felt like a bird in cage , trapped in this foreign realm , in a stranger's house . she wondered if she was considered a traitor back home ― or was obelia even her home ? she really did not know . inca empire had never really been her place of belonging , after all .
it was ironic ― how despite having worked so hard for either of the nations , here she was . alone , trapped , and unable to return home given the war being declared between the two kingdoms .
her room is quiet , save for the chirping of the parrot that sat perched on the golden cage near the assigned vanity . she looked at him with pity , as he chirped back to her with a similar , sad tone .
he must feel the same as me .
a loud knock broke her reverie , and before she could sit up and make herself presentable ― she heard familiar , booming footsteps enter ; so it was him . upon realisation , penelope didn't bother correcting her stance and just remained laying on the bed , staring up at the ceiling .
“ ahem ahem ! ” he loudly called , pushing forth the food cart he'd brought along with himself , something penelope tried not to look at as he took a seat beside her feet that were hanging off the bed .
“ i heard you haven't been eating ― and i know you well enough to be aware that your appetite increases when you're stressed , instead of the other way around . ” he stated , pleased with his work as he served a plate .
“ and i will not have my princess starving herself because of some trivial matter . come now , penelope . eat . ” he patted her leg , urging her to sit up .
with her best cold glare in place , she sat upright to eye the man ― with a plate of spiced chicken and her favourite cheese in hand ― and said , “ leave me be . ”
callisto flashed his trademark , mischievous grin , before pulling out a set of fork and knife to set the plate on the bed .
“ fair enough , i'll eat it all ; it seems the princess has lost her spice during her stay in obelia , resulting in her inability to stand spiced foods that she once used to love . ” and with that , he started eating ― moaning with pleasure at the taste .
as if it wasn't bad enough he brought the food in front of a starved person ― he adds these .. obnoxious sounds ! penelope bit her lip , trying her best to fight laughter .
