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Recently downloaded Royal Chaos on a friend's recommendation. Apparently you end up being a part of the Emperor's harem.
"You can try to seduce him," my friend said.
I'd rather go the assassinate route for a guy like him.
What I didn't know is that the game forces you to get intimate with him to progress in many aspects ( º言ºꐦ)???!!!
So now I shall gleefully plot murder as I boost his ego.
So I have to cook and craft dishes for him. (^_^)
And then it's a hit or miss to see if he gives Pearl Yarn as a reward. (^_^)
... (^_^)
Prologue (Aka what started it all.)
Because I'm salty as hell about Chapter 11.
This is the third time.
(To my knowledge at least. I skipped a couple chapters since I didn't want to deal with harem drama.)
At first I just didn't like him.
Now I'm just angry.
....
Heading off to read To Be a Virtuous Wife to recover.
Oh no it's almost at 100 notes, should I do something when that happens?
Because I’m salty as hell about Chapter 11.
This is the third time.
(To my knowledge at least. I skipped a couple chapters since I didn’t want to deal with harem drama.)
At first I just didn’t like him.
Now I’m just angry.
….
Heading off to read To Be a Virtuous Wife to recover.
Welp. Time to get to work.
Because I’m salty as hell about Chapter 11.
This is the third time.
(To my knowledge at least. I skipped a couple chapters since I didn’t want to deal with harem drama.)
At first I just didn’t like him.
Now I’m just angry.
….
Heading off to read To Be a Virtuous Wife to recover.
“Mamma Mia, He’s Italiano”
A ZeRoyalChaos Short Fanfic
Once he saw Anthony, his best friend- the guy that’ll end up being the death of him; his plan flew right out the window, the second Mr. Chaos came into view. He has been dreading this day, but Tom said if he didn’t confess, he would. How could Steven, the science, multilingual nerd tell Chilled? THE Chilled? He is tall, he has the most penetrating gaze with those big, almost crazily fascinating brown spheres that can make Ze just want to stop and find out what made them have such an effect on him. The way his lips curl up and separate to show off those teeth, the way he tries to hold back his laughter so it won’t give him away. No wonder he has called himself “Chilled Chaos,” he’ll make you want to trust him, just so he could betray you. “Hey, Ze.” the Italian said as he made his way over to the short Canadian who just couldn’t hide the smile that immediately graced his features whenever the two talked, despite the harsh nerves. “Salute, Monsieur Chilled.” “Okay, okay! Ze “I-Learned-French-in-High-School” Viking, way to rub it in.” They both start to laugh, “One day, Chilled, you will one day learn Italian.” Steven let the words just flow out of his mouth, wondering if he could actually tell the man what he has too. “I will! Anyway, what is it that you needed to tell me? Make it quick, it is Friday, I have to make it home.” “Why? Just so you could play games and sleep all weekend?” “NO!” Two green, emerald eyes bore into the nervous, brown ones, he gave in. “Yes.., but I will do work also!” Steven sighs, regaining his companion’s attention, “Anthony,” he starts. He didn’t need his sense of sight to know that Anthony was taken back by the usage of his name. They all called each other by their nicknames because, in their friend group, there are two Anthonys and two Stevens. Chilled became hyperaware of the sincerity and seriousness of the situation, he mumbles, almost to himself, “Steven..?” Ze heard him but didn’t reply, he only opened his eyes, grass meets the soil, the dirt, once again. He hopes his eyes conveyed his words but he isn’t hopeful. He shut off his brain and let his heart take control. “I…,” he starts, anxiety turning into determination. “We have been friends for years, best even.” He went on explaining every little detail that just helped him fall even more in love with the older man. He rambled on and on. He finally decides that he wasn’t going to stop any time soon, he stopped himself short; or “short.” In the middle of his explanation, to stare lovingly at the ground, he made himself look back towards the eyes that were once filled with excitement. He didn’t seem too happy or anything; he was confused. For poor Steven, he mistook that confusion for him not returning his feelings. He quickly left, trying to be easy on his joints for his royal disease. The only thing that was running in Anthony’s mind was,
“Was he speaking Italian?”