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Death is Cheap
The Princess would die once a week from achieving her quest for a good night’s sleep; that was their agreement.
Usually, she’d uphold that. Though sometimes…
She will act as if she had completely forgotten about it, much to his dismay. Dying twice, thrice, or oh so many times.
Falling off to a volcanic lake, getting electrocuted, perishing from hearing the Mandrake’s cries; all you name it.
It was beyond him as to how she can throw her life away so easily like people would with money. How can she not fear death?
How he wished he understood her better.
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Stalking for Safeties
This was never something he wanted to do on someone, but the Princess was accident-prone just as she was death-prone to herself and her victims.
So, there was no choice but to follow her around and heal her injuries when the situation called for it.
Right now, she stood on a pile of dead Ghost Shrouds with her giant scissors jammed into the leader’s head. She grinned so triumphantly from winning a battle.
For a short while, Leonard watched in fascination before realization struck him that got him shaking his head, ‘I’m supposed to watch over her, not admiring her!’
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Smiles from Duties
The duties of the Demon Cleric was never easy, but it was fulfilling to see the smiles of his subordinates. It felt like his workload weighed less that way.
But Leonard didn’t want to admit that he loved seeing the Princess’s smile in particular.
She did that every time she awoke from her coffin after he revived her. With that sweet smile he so adored, she’d say;
“Leo, good work.”
His face red and heart racing, he’d turn his head to the other side.
A minute later, he was cool as a cucumber and lecturing her on cherishing her life.
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An Intense Gaze
After frequent interactions with the Princess, Leonard had grown used to even the most bizarre things he could think of.
But that was not always the case. Unfortunately.
Sometimes, he felt unbearably uncomfortable by something. By her intense staring, no less.
With a nervous smile plastered on his face, he’d ask, “is there perhaps something on my face, Princess?”
“Nothing,” was her immediate reply.
But how can he be convinced when she was still staring up at him with that same wicked grin?!
Honestly, what was going inside of her head? If he knew, he wouldn’t be in such distraught!
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Gentle Voice
Every time she got revived, she was always greeted with a lecture from Leo. Something about cherishing her life.
She didn’t see the problem of her dying so often if he was there to bring her back into the living. The silly goat fret too much.
Though his choice of words was a pain to listen to, his voice had always been soft and calm. Almost like a lullaby.
So if she just shut out every word he mouthed off and focused on his voice, that would be ideal.
She tried not to sigh, he’d surely notice her dozing off.
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Pleasant Scent
Syalis pulled her scissors out from a giant thing she’d make into her temporary bedding.
She paused, taking notice of something so she sniffed out the air. And there came about a pleasant scent. Lingering.
‘Hm, Leo must be nearby,’ she thought in complete confidence and at ease with that knowledge being known to her.
“You brute!” roared those white-silken creatures, snapping her back to reality, “how dare you do that to our boss!”
Tightening her grip on the twin blades, she went off battling them yet again. Another fine set to makeshift into her weekly pillows and bed sheets.
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An Apparent Detail
She knew to some degree that Leo’s duties as the Demon Cleric was never easy. It was to be expected that he would be burdened by it.
But this lady had long since refused logic; meaning she hardly realized a partial of it was her own doing.
Murdering the Ghost Shrouds to fashion them into her weekly pillows and bed sheets, dying once a ‘week’, and causing mass distraction in her wake…
Yes, all those things.
Anyhow, back to her perspective, she knew that Leo would massage his hands and wrists when no one was looking.
Idiot, he could’ve asked.
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Discomfort Go Away
And Leo passed out on his bed yet again, much to her frustration.
Sitting next to him, she looked down at him. Observing the man in his sleep or rather, his uncomfortable sleeping for that matter.
“No, it’s not like that,” were the murmurs that came from him, his brows twitching and his skin folds turning to wrinkles.
So, she placed her experienced fingers on his forehead and did a little special massage she knew.
Within a minute, his face relaxed and his murmurs gradually became gentle snores. At that, she beamed.
Good, Leo should get a good night’s sleep.
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Side by Side but Only for a Moment
The night sky was an endless sight that loomed over the Demon Castle that its residents could only tell the night apart from day by their grand clocks and watches.
Thus, whenever the ‘time of dawn’ grew ever so nearer, Syalis would wake up from her slumber besides Leo…
Before he did so and flew into a panic.
But of course, she would look back to him and not forget to make sure he slept soundly…
“In due time,” she told herself, “this will change for the better.”
Then, with a knowing smile on her face, Syalis exited the place.