They were led to a room, and the Three Assasin girls just looked at each other.
Vesiculo looked at her sister as she spoke. "We were used by our sister to make a piece thready through Marriage and Failed Assassination".
Myrmeleo groaned as she slumped into one of the velvet chairs. "Used like tools. No, worse—like bait."
Atypus didn't sit. She remained standing, arms crossed, still processing. "…She's not wrong though."
Vesiculo shot her a glare. "Don't you dare defend her?"
"I'm not," Atypus replied, her voice steady. "I'm just saying… she played the game. And we're still on the board."
Myrmeleo let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, fantastic. We're not traitors. We're diplomatic offerings now. Bet she already picked out the dresses."
"Or the shackles," Vesiculo muttered, pacing.
The room was luxuriously decorated—meant to impress and soften their anger. Silken drapes, enchanted mirrors, a warm fireplace... But all of it felt like a cage in prettier colours.
After a moment of tense silence, Atypus finally broke it.
"…Do you think he'll hate us?"
Vesiculo blinked. "Who? The Prince?"
"He was our target," Atypus said. "And now we're being offered to him. As mates. Do you think he'll see us as people… or reminders?"
Myrmeleo snorted. "That boy? He sneezed when we were just talking about him. I doubt he's the type to hold grudges."
Vesiculo rubbed her temples. "Great. We're going to be wed to a sneezy prophecy kid who probably thinks we're psychotic murderers."
Atypus, very softly, said, "We are."
"…Shut up."
A few minutes ago
King Albion looked at Albion and the other kids as he spoke. "And what is all".
Albion looked at his father, as he was explaining what had happened between the meeting of King Albion and Rafflesia, as his mind stopped working as he spoke in his head remembering his last life
"What in the Manhwa Royal Family Plot line is this!".
Eria looked at him as she looked at Chame. "You Jinxed Him".
Albion just stared blankly at the ornate floor tiles, his soul halfway out of his body. His mind replayed Rafflesia's offer over and over like a broken record.
"Your son can have me... and my sisters."
He internally screamed: "Is this a reverse harem manhwa now!? I was supposed to be the protagonist, not the target of political matchmaking!"
Outwardly, all he could do was blink rapidly while trying not to faint.
Chame tilted her head, concerned. "Young Master?"
Wynn waved a hand in front of his face. "Hello? Ground control to Light Mage?"
Eria just crossed her arms and whispered to Chame with a smirk, "You jinxed him."
Chame pouted, whispering back. "I didn't mean to! I just said it couldn't be that out of pocket!"
Albion finally snapped out of his thoughts and looked at his father. "So, um... you're not actually... agreeing to this, right?"
King Albion raised an eyebrow. "Politically? It's quite advantageous. Personally? I would say it's a lot for a child to handle. But you are a prince now."
Lord Avian added dryly, "And very popular with dangerous women."
Albion groaned and flopped backwards onto a plush couch. "Great. From assassination target to royal fiancé. This is either a glow-up or a death flag."
Wynn gave him a thumbs up. "At least you'll never be bored."
Scarlet looked at the King as she spoke. "So um, which of us is going with me to this official Meeting of Roya?".
King Albion looked at them as he spoke. "Chame and Tillroo are going because they are his maids. Eria and Wynn are also going since they kept him safe for the last 2 days. As for You, Asterion and Aussa, only one of you will go, you can decide by... Rock, paper and Scissors, that's what kids do nowadays, right?".
Aussa looked at Scarlet and Asterion as she backed up. "Ok, I barely Ans Key World Barely know the Price, I barely know any of you, and my only two friends here are Eria and Wynn, so I am just gonna not get involved, Ok?".
Asterion crossed his arms and smirked. "Fine by me. Less competition."
Scarlet raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Confident much, minotaur boy?"
Wynn snorted. "Uh oh, I smell war."
Eria leaned toward Albion and whispered, "Ten gold says Scarlet wins."
Albion, still mentally recovering from being offered a bouquet of royal assassins as brides, just muttered, "At this point, who even wins?"
Chame, ever the loyal maid, offered him a cup of calming tea. "Here, Young Master. For your nerves."
Tillroo added with a grin, "You'll need it. Looks like the harem just started expanding."
Scarlet cracked her knuckles and faced Asterion. "Alright, best of three?"
"Bring it."
They faced off, eyes locked.
Round 1:
Scarlet - Paper
Asterion - Rock
"Ha!"
Round 2:
Scarlet - Scissors
Asterion - Paper
"Two for two. One more and I get to walk into the trap-queen thunderdome."
Round 3:
Scarlet - Rock
Asterion - Scissors
"Victory!"
Scarlet spun dramatically and pointed at Albion. "Guess I'm coming with you, Your Highness."
Albion blinked. "Why does it feel like I'm being offered as a sacrifice to goddess-tier assassins?"
Wynn patted his back. "Because you kind of are."
Asterion looked at Albion being Surrounded and now getting ready with Chame, Tillroo, Eria, Wynn and Scarlet.
Asterion just looked at Aussa as he spoke. "He is already going to the meeting with 5 girls".
Aussa looked at him as she spoke. "What about Gigobyte? He is going with Eria".
Asterion looked at her as he spoke. "The Lizard Doesn't Count".
Aussa snorted, stifling a laugh. "Poor Gigobyte. All that elemental loyalty, and not even a seat at the table."
Asterion crossed his arms, watching Albion get swarmed by Chame adjusting his collar, Tillroo double-checking his gloves, Scarlet inspecting her nails like they were hidden daggers, and Wynn and Eria calmly making sure everyone was ready.
He muttered, "At this rate, the prophecy should just call him The Prince of Too Many Women."
Aussa nodded sagely. "Or The Heir of Headaches. Seriously, how does he keep his sanity?"
Asterion stared blankly for a moment. "He doesn't. He sneezed earlier and looked like his soul left his body."
Back with the main group, Albion was doing his best to look regal while surrounded. "I feel like I'm walking into a trap… with flair."
Chame smirked. "Don't worry, Young Master. We'll make sure you shine."
Scarlet grinned, cracking her knuckles. "And if anyone tries anything sketchy, I'll make sure they leave shining. In bruises."
Wynn sighed. "This is going to be a very long meeting."
In that of the Royal Area, as the Traptrix girls was waiting for the Prince and his arrival, they were with Rafflesia, as each of the girls were wearing a dress matching there colour's, degined with beautiful string and natural ingredients that can only be found in the Wind Kingdom.
As they are there, srounded by Guard's, both from the Traptrix Nation and Wind Kingdom and Dragon Nation Guards, as each then was looking at eachother.
Vesiculo looked at Myrmeleo. "Now that I think about we never got a good luck at prince did we?".
Myrmeleo looked at her as she spoke. "Nope, I got quick Luck when he kicked us, you saw him, but you said he was cute, I don't think you Foucus that much did you?".
Vesiculo looked back at her sister as she spoke. "Nope, I remember him being cute".
Atypus looked at her sister as she spoke. "Actually I got a good look".
Vesiculo Blinked as she spoke. "Ok do tell".
"Will he has dark blue eyes like That of King Albion, White maybe Silver Hair with Blue Lines, fair skin like anyone else of his dragon race and white dragon wings".
Myrmeleo blinke as sbe spoke. "Are we sure he is part of the Albion race, like it sound more like he belongs to the Blue eyes".
Vesiculo looked at her as she spoke. "He could be hybrid, Normal Dragon's from his race have Red Eyes".
Atypus nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe that's why he's the 'Child of Prophecy'. He's… different. Special even among the dragons."
Myrmeleo crossed her arms, shifting uncomfortably in her elegant dress. "Still, I don't like it. We're just being handed over because we failed a mission we were never meant to succeed at."
Vesiculo glanced around nervously at the guards before whispering, "Keep your voice down. I don't think Rafflesia would like us saying that out loud."
Atypus sighed. "Whether we like it or not, it's done. At least... better this than war. Maybe the Prince isn't that bad."
Myrmeleo rolled her eyes. "Yeah, because getting married off to some guy we barely know is the dream."
Vesiculo, surprisingly, smiled faintly. "Could be worse. At least he's cute."
Myrmeleo and Atypus both turned and stared at her like she'd grown a second head.
Meanwhile, Rafflesia, standing a little ahead of them, watched the great doors leading into the royal garden begin to open. Trumpets softly played, announcing the arrival of the delegation.
She thought quietly to herself,
"Let's hope this Prince truly is worth the gamble I just made for our entire nation."
The guards stood at full attention, the Traptrix girls bracing themselves—
As Prince Albion and his entourage finally stepped through the gates, sunlight catching on his wings and silver-lined hair, looking more like a young dragon emperor than a child.
A Stardust Dragon, in royal armour stepped first as he spoke. "Attention everyone, Prince Albion, Albion The Third, Albion Blue, Son of Albion the Second or Albion the white, Grandson of The Albion, and his Entourage is here!".
As the Group walked as then the in Albion mind was one thought. "That was too much for an announcement".
The grand introduction echoed through the royal garden, bouncing off the marble pillars and lush greenery. Even the Traptrix girls, trained in stealth and assassination, twitched slightly at how dramatic it was.
Vesiculo leaned toward Myrmeleo and whispered, "They made him sound like he's an entire dynasty by himself…"
Myrmeleo, blinking in slight awe, nodded. "Dragons really don't do anything halfway, huh?"
Meanwhile, Albion, dressed in elegant white and gold royal armor trimmed with blue, tried his best to look composed as he walked at the front, Chame and Tillroo just behind him, with Eria, Wynn, and Scarlet flanking.
In Albion's mind, though, the thoughts kept racing. "I'm just a guy trying not to trip over my own royal cape. Why the full resume in front of everyone?!"
The Traptrix girls were now seeing him properly for the first time.
Vesiculo's eyes widened slightly.
"Okay, he's even cuter up close." she thought, barely keeping a straight face.
Atypus, observing carefully, noted internally,
"He carries himself well... there's strength in how he walks. Still looks young though."
Myrmeleo squinted, as if trying to find any fault, but finally sighed in defeat.
"I hate to admit it... but he does look princely. Kind of like one of those storybook heroes."
Rafflesia herself allowed a small, almost unnoticeable smile to tug at her lips. "Good... appearances matter, especially for diplomacy."
The formalities of the meeting were about to begin, but the atmosphere already had shifted—curiosity, tension, and something else lingering in the air.
Albion finally came to a stop at the center of the courtyard, standing before the gathered Traptrix girls and Queen Rafflesia.
The air felt heavy with expectation. Every eye was on him. His entourage—Chame, Tillroo, Eria, Wynn, and Scarlet—stood behind him in neat formation.
For a moment, there was silence.
Albion, trying to channel every ounce of "prince-like" energy he had, bowed politely and said in a calm, trained voice:
"I, Albion the Third, greet the delegation from the Traptrix Nation. It is... an honor to meet you."
He raised his head — only to immediately lock eyes with Vesiculo.
Vesiculo, meanwhile, was mid-whisper to Myrmeleo when their eyes met — and she froze.
Her thoughts scrambled:
> "Oh no. He's even cuter when he talks formally. What is this??"
Albion, seeing her reaction, felt a small alarm go off in his head:
> "Was my bow weird? Did I mess up the title? Was my hair sticking up??"
Myrmeleo, of course, couldn't resist and nudged Vesiculo slightly, whispering out of the corner of her mouth:
"You're staring."
Atypus, ever blunt, spoke aloud without thinking:
"I thought dragons were supposed to be... taller."
The whole courtyard tensed.
Chame, wide-eyed, leaned in and hissed quietly to Albion,
"Please don't fry them, Young Master..."
Albion just gave a small chuckle, surprising everyone with how relaxed it sounded.
He responded smoothly,
"I'm still growing. Maybe one day I'll be tall enough to touch the stars."
There was a beat of silence... then a few of the Traptrix girls — including Vesiculo — actually giggled a little, covering their mouths politely.
Rafflesia, watching the exchange, nodded internally. "Good. He knows how to disarm tension without violence. Better than most."
King Albion and Lord Avian, observing from the side, shared a brief glance.
King Albion thought: "My son might actually survive this royal mess without a war."
Lord Avian added mentally: "Or he'll end up married to half the Traptrix royal family before his next birthday."
Meanwhile, as the awkward ice was broken, the royal meeting formally began, with Queen Rafflesia stepping forward to speak.
To be continued
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