A loud knock sounded through my room like a soft bell before a tender shove of my body caused me to open my weary eyes. With the moon still high in the midnight skies, mother gazed at me with pride.

"Mother? What's wrong?" I probed weakly as my bed kept beckoning my name.

"You have a guest; I am so proud of my son," She stated, her eyes glimmering with an odd excitement.

Gripping my shoulder, she ruthlessly dragged me from my bed towards the manor entrance. My sleep was all but ruin as I groaned, cursing the day of my birth.

However, an astonishing expression masked my face as a deep set of amethyst eyes stared at me. My mouth dropped as Mother hugged me between her arms, "Is there something going on with you and Yura. Oh MY GOD!!!! TELL MAMA EVERYTHING," she murmured

Like an excited young teenager, mother beamed, shivering with childlike wonder to my dismay. With a stern gaze, Yura marched forward, "I ran away," she simply told without a trace of emotion.

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...I didn't know how to even respond to this. However, mother immediately nodded, gripping her by the arm with hope, "Than you shall stay with us, I'm sure Arsène will be more than happy to shelter such a wonderful girl...Isn't that right, Sène?"

Shaking my head immediately, I deny that request right away. This was not a charity. I don't house people that run away. I eat them, this is not a shelter for the homeless. Damn it, Mother!

"Yura, I can send you to a prestigious hotel in pendragon to stay..."

Cutting me off, Yura shook with defiance, "No! I want you to feed me." she demanded, her gaze cold yet hiding something unusual beneath.

Mother's eyes shot up, glimmering as she gossiped to herself, "My baby, can cook? Grey did mention that you fed the young lady within the Forest of Serien. Arsène, you must take responsibility," She demanded with an unforgiving expression.

What responsibility?... I just made fucking dinner. This doesn't make any sense. What the hell is going on? In the name of the Dark Lord Bael, what the hell is happening?

"Mother," I spoke patently, trying to remain calm, "She is a royal. It will no be appropriate for her to remain here."

Sneering, mother rolled her eyes, "What does that have to do with anything, fuck the king, fuck the royals." She bellowed with disgust, dragging Yura into the Snow Estate with a content expression.

Imaginary tears streamed from my eyes as I looked down. Damn, all the gods to hell, why is this happening to me? DAMN ALL OF YOU!!!

With a slight laugh, I saw Grey appear, "Now this is interesting," he said, eyeing Yura's fading figure.

"Why did you let this happen? It's bad enough you had me go to school. Now I have to monitor a soul bender as well." I said with a whimper.

Grey smirked in disdain, "Did you think I did notice you using my bottle of wine during the Forest of Serien. Think of this as your punishment." He said, chuckling with a triumphant grin.

Watching Grey fade away, I cried pitifully, following behind mother, as she spoke excitedly towards Yura, who was surprisingly chatty with her. My nightmare only became more real when Mother placed her resting chamber right next to mine.

"Yura dear, you can stay as long as you like, and feel free to summon my child to cook for you any time you want." Mother said, slapping my back with satisfaction.

With sparkling eyes, Yura eyed me with hunger. Sweat drenched my back as I tried to leave, but Mother's steel-like grip clutched my shoulder tightly, leaving me no room to flee. Giving me a knowing stare of doom, she stepped away, leaving me alone with the young temptress.

"Damn it, Yura, what the hell are you doing here," I shouted, glaring at the young girl.

"Genis tried to drug me today." She coldly mentioned, "In my anger, I tried to kill him. Killing a few guards along the way before that Slut he calls mother appeared. She tried to appease me, but I left in anger."

Hearing her explanation, I truly didn't understand why she was currently with me. There were far better places to go. It was fiercely known that aside from Grey and Me, the House of Snow's were brutes.

"But why are you here?! Don't you have friends" I demanded, my teeth clenching with irritation.

Smirking, Yura laughed for the first time, placing me in a bewildered state at her beauty. "Because you can cook," she claimed, rubbing her stomach with a radiant smile.

The light faded from my eyes as I stared at my hands. Betrayed by my own ability...I should kill myself... NOOO!!!! fuck that.

"You can't say here, "I yelled oddly enough like a kid.

"Too late, Lady Emma already said I could." Yura voiced without a care in the world.

Snickering, she glanced at her well-furnished room, grinning like a child. She eyed me before pushing me out, "I'm hungry," she announced, closing the door in my face.

This entitled bitch DARES!!! Screaming inwardly, I left her room in a defeated manner. However, both mother and father were awaiting my arrival as they beamed with pride.

"Well, done, my boy, you found yourself..."

"A goddess," Mother swiftly interrupted, " Come tell mother everything."

With a hateful gaze, I pushed my parent out of my room, locking the door. With tears in my eyes, I laid on my bed, sulking.

I had checked the king of fucking Asterion as a meer Qi Condensation but was blindsided by a mear girl with no name or title. Showing up like the wind demanding everything. Clenching my fist, the locked door of my door opened as amethyst-colored eyes glared at me, "Feed me," She said, inviting herself in.

"For the love of God, how did you even get in," I asked, bewildered by the girl before me.

Lifting up a set of key's Yura emotionlessly grinned, "Lady Emma gave me your key, along with a few others."

"Fuck my life," I moaned, falling back down to my bed "...will you leave me be if I feed you." I pitifully asked without a hint of vigor.

Beaming with joy, Yura nodded, a delightful expression masking her face as she left, humming a small tone.

Pushing my exhausted body up, I walked into the kitchen dispiritedly, preparing to make some riceballs, something I knew she liked. Filling some of them with various jellies, I could see some of the chefs gasping at my skills.

A few dozen Rice balls were well portioned within an hour before I had a servent bring them to Yura. Walking back to my room, I sighed, closing my eyes, praying for a swift end.