"Let me go! I'm gonna kill her!" Hissed Helena sharply, glaring murder at the girl sitting some distance away,

'Ha...' I sighed.

"Calm down, Helena!" Reminded Sister Alyson, restraining the mad Princess with Howard's help.

"Just because she cut some hair, we're gonna let her do whatever the hell she wants!? Not in a million years!" Barked Helena loudly.

She, Sister Alyson, and Howard were currently engaging in a brutal wrestling match. The former was trying to break free while the other two tried their best to restrain her from doing whatever it was that she wanted to do to her soon-to-be victim.

"You know, both the Duke and Duchess are in there talking to my parents. Screaming you're going to kill their daughter is a bit much, don't you think...?" I commented softly.

"Alex...Just shussh!"

"You're not exactly helping, dear brother!"

Refuted Howard, followed by my Sister.

"Let them hear me! I'm gonna shave her fucking head bald. And then I'm gonna kill her!" Raved Helena louder with bloodshot eyes.

Now that things have reached this point, I suppose a bit of context was needed.

So...

First things first. Quite some had passed since the twins' birthday party. About a month or so.

Second, the girl in question, someone whom Helena wanted bald and killed, was none other than Giselle Green Heliard.

Third. Apparently, Lady Heliard had fallen head over heels for me. Believe me, but I wouldn't be using such a cliche line if I could...

She'd fallen head over heels for me, and Giselle was being brutally honest about how she showed it, to the point where it shocked everyone.

And you'd think that because the king and my Father had settled the matter of Helena and my engagement, Giselle would give up.

No...far from it...

Coming out of her own mouth, she said she was fine settling as my second wife.

Fuckin' nuts, I tell you...

Now put yourself in the shoes of her parents, the Duke and Duchess of Heliard. What would your reaction be when you heard your own daughter spewing some stupid shit like that?

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They got mad, of course. They locked her up, ground her, and all that.

Did she give up, though? Well, if she did, then I wouldn't be telling this story now, would I?

So, Giselle, fully understanding her parents' stance, pulled a stunt that made her elders' blood pressure spike up to the roof.

She knocked out a maid and, while posing as her, slipped her way out of Heliard's estate. Then, she traveled north all by herself to Dawson's fief and further upward to Germund city.

And right when the people of her house finally managed to track her down and were this close to bringing her home, she pulled yet another stunt that freaked the bejeezus out of everyone.

Her parents, their guards, my family, and our guards...

She cut her hair short and denounced her family name, all while proclaiming her undying love for me...

Now, another context would also be needed in order to understand the depth of recklessness of Giselle's actions and why she did what she did.

It all started with the distant story about a damsel with very, very, very long and beautiful hair. Her hair was so captivating; they said even the gods above couldn't resist themselves, lost in its beauty.

Hence, they said to never cut even a hair off her head.

Then, this and that happened, and I wouldn't bore myself with the details too much. But, long story short, she met a dude, and the two fell in love with each other.

It was a no-brainer that she couldn't foster a normal relationship like anyone else. Heck, she couldn't even take a normal stroll around the town like everyone else because of her hair.

She couldn't stand to let go of her final chance to claim love for herself, so she finally took the chance and cut her hair. And then ran away with the man she loved, disappearing forever.

The end...

The tale had become a symbolic move from then on in the aristocratic world as a way to proclaim someone's love and resolution when faced with the status barrier and such.

When someone, mostly a woman, wished to marry someone against her family's approval, she could cut her hair and denounce her family's name.

It seemed stupid, obviously...But Giselle surely wasn't the first one to pull this off. Hell, seeing how some people were even cheering for her, I'd say the move itself was pretty popular despite its daring nature.

Anyway...

Back to the main issue at hand.

Right now, Helena was kicking up a storm of a fuss while both Duke and Duchess Heliard were having a meeting with my parents inside Father's study after realizing the gravity of the problem.

And as for the one who started all this headache, she was currently sitting calmly, with all the elegance in the world, staring at me.

She would move and try to strike up a conversation whenever our gazes so much as brushed, even for a split second, which made Helena fuming red with rage.

So, I was trying my best to ignore the girl before us. Pretending she was air...

At least if I was being quiet and kept avoiding her like this, she'd stay docile and just sit with a smile on her face.

For how long, though?

Well, it was for the adults inside to figure out...

In the meantime, we, the children, have but one job to do...We need to keep Helena at least five-, No...seven meters away from Giselle.

I figured the closer Helena was to Giselle, the faster and easier she was to blow her top off.

Then again, I might need to reassess that opinion because even at seven meters away, Helena was still growling like a beast, waiting to pounce on its prey...