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~ Guess Who's About To Get MURDERED? ~
"Who do I need to kill?" Callisto asked, drawing his sword.
Penelope panicked and dithered for a moment before blurting out, "Derrick!"
The crown prince's eyes widened with shock at this answer.
"You're... in love with your brother?"
She had been in such a hurry to come up with an acceptable murder target that she had forgotten the first half of the prince's question had been who did you fall in love with?
"No!" Penelope put her hands up in front of her in the 'surrender' position. "I just thought that if you were going to murder someone, it might as well be that guy."
Callisto looked relieved at this answer, but his expression quickly grew stormy again.
"What did he do to you?"
Before Penelope had a chance to answer, Derrick noticed that she was being terrorized by the prince and went over to put a stop to it, only to find himself at the point of the prince's sword, being forced to confess that he'd bullied his sister mercilessly since the time she was first brought into the duke's household.
The only thing that stopped Callisto from killing him right there was the grip of two delicate little hands around his arm as his future empress begged, "Wait, no, don't actually murder him, there are so many people watching us right now, Callisto please."
The crown prince did not lower his sword from Derrick's neck, but he did turn his head to flash Penelope a blinding smile.
"What...?" she asked, nonplussed.
"You called me by my name, princess."
Her eyes widened and she clapped her hands over her mouth.
Callisto laughed.
~end~