A Plan Gone South

Though I said I was going to make the Prince my slave, even getting near him was difficult. He was always surrounded by people, so approaching him was impossible. Not to mention the guard he had close to him, a character with strong chivalry and respect for people regardless of class.

He had hair as red as blood and eyes of piercing black that people said was where he stored the soul of the people he killed on the battlefield. From the plot, Rose and him had known each other but haven't seen each other in a long time. If it weren't for the prince, I think they'd have married each other instead. Not like the ending would change much.

The knight was Frederick Del Lucardio, at a young age of about 6 or 10 years old, he was certified as a genius at swordsmanship and had been placed next to the crown prince's side. Perhaps not as an aide but more of a reassurance in case he were to go rogue or work against the kingdom.

Frederick, from rumours and his actions is a loyal servant to the kingdom. He is silent and obedient, if the prince hates someone, he'd go as far as to silence that person with Frederick doing his bidding. The prince himself doesn't seem like much but a playboy however. It was such a contrast I had no idea why Frederick would stay by his side.

Perhaps I should approach him instead... It sounds plausible but difficult as his guards are high and he is not one for small talk. Not to mention his serious expression that makes anyone tremble... Oh my God... Is he looking here? Shit... It's terrifying yet my legs are numb and glued to this spot... I can't even take my eyes off of him... Am I going to die? This soon?! How is it already endgame? No no no... It might be a mistake... There's probably someone behind me...

I decided to slowly look away when Fred suddenly started walking in my direction. SHIII--- NO WAY NO WAY! I HAVEN'T EVEN PROPERLY PLANNED MY EMPIRE DOMINATION PLAN NOR COMMENCE IT! I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING! WHY IS HE? I panicked as my hand slipped and I fell backwards from the bench I was sitting on.

My eyes squeezed shut as I awaited the force of impact on my head only to feel someone catching me and the sound of clashing of metal against metal. I forced my eyes open to find Fred holding me up with one hand while the other holding his sword. What... just happened...?

"You... are you alright?" Fred asked as he held me up, closer against his chest. I'm no homo but that made my heart skip a beat. "Huh... I... I guess...?" I stammered as I felt my face flush red. Noticing my probably flustered or embarrassed expression, I shoved him away, thanked him and ran off in a hurry. What was that?! That has never happened! I've never felt this embarrassed nor flustered before... Plus! It's a dude! OMG am I turning gay?! No way! My **** worked the other day, with a woman, plus it didn't react to the butlers!

I panted as I tried to catch my breath after running a distance from where the incident occurred. I'm probably thinking too much. I was probably just too shocked when he caught me... Ack! It happened again! Just as I thought of his face... Ma-maybe it's a disease this original body has. Yeah... that's it... Phew...

As I calmed myself down, I noticed the atmosphere and place around me was different. The layout of the classrooms and study hall differed from where I was at last. From the looks of it, it was the senior students' study area. I scratched the back of my head as I turned around to leave; only to bump into a tall man.

I looked up to find a man standing at least two heads taller than me looming over me. I apologised and tried to scurry pass him only to be tripped by his foot. I turned to question him only for him to push me back onto the ground by stepping on my back. The... F**k? "Y-you... What are..." I growled as I grabbed at the sand on the ground.

I threw it backwards in his direction expecting it to blind him temporarily but instead incited his anger even more. What is up with this guy? No one gets pissed just from a small bump... How petty are characters in this book? "Hey. You bumped into me, damaged my shirt... and then you threw sand at me. How shall I punish you... huh?" the man asked me in a deep voice as I felt him step harder on me.

"What... The F*** are you saying?! It's just a small bump! Plus, I apologized you ****ing moron! You tripped me and stepped on me and you expected me to lay here like a dead body?!" I yelled at him as I struggled to get out from under his foot. "Ah... that's good. Let me just kill you. Then you'll be a REAL dead body." he replied with a chuckle.

"What are you doing?! Why is your foot on this chap?" a voice asked as I strained to look at the owner of the voice. Huh... Fred... why is he here? Oh my gosh... this is embarrassing... for a villain like me to be saved countless times in one day...

"Huh? This guy bumped into me, spoiled my favourite shirt and threw sand at me. Of course I'm going to teach him a lesson." the man replied as he stomped harder, forcing my face to press against the grainy floor. "That doesn't seem like the case. I saw him bump into you and apologized. Then as he was leaving, I saw you trip him with a sneer on your face. As for your shirt... it looks pretty much fine. I don't see how its spoilt. The sand was his attempt to tell you to get off of him. With your weight... you could have easily killed him. So... take your foot off of him." Fred said as he pointed his sword towards the man.

"Hah! Or what? With that sword of yours... You dare stand against your senior? I have more experience than you. Plus... my skin is as tough as iron. It's impossible to harm me." the man sneered as he chuckled.

"Oh? Who said I was going to? There are more ways to harm someone than brute strength. Plus... if it's experience... then I've got more than you." Frederick replied as he swung his sword a couple of times before placing it back into the scabbard.

"AH! MY FAVOURITE SHIRT! NO... MY CLOTHES! F**K! YOU... ugh..." the man yelled before I felt the weight on my back subside and heard the sound of footsteps running off in the distance. "Are you alright?" Fred asked as he knelt in front of me with his hand outstretched, concern plastered on his face. I hesitated to take his outstretched hand but took hold of it in the end.

"I suppose... Once again... I'm in your debt." I replied as I avoided his gaze. Fred however grabbed my face and squeezed my cheeks as he turned my head from left to right inspecting it. "What... are... you doing?" I asked with my voice muffled. "Your face... is hurt... and I'm sure your back hurts too. No need to be shy, let me help you. I've noticed how you always get hurt so... I'll stick by your side... oh... when I don't need to watch the prince of course." Fred replied as he slipped me over his shoulder in a piggyback with ease after letting go of my face.

"W-wait! What?! Ow ow ow... what are you doing??? I barely know you! It's also embarrassing..." I replied as I struggled about flustered. "Haha... I know. That's why, here. Cover your face with it." Fred replied as he tossed me his uniform jacket.

At a lost of what to do, I reluctantly buried my face in his back as I draped his jacket over my head. How did I become a damsel in distress? This is so awkward! I know we are meant to be enemies in the future so this random display of empathy from him is driving me nuts! Not to mention this crazy beating of drum in my ears! Ahhh! It's definitely not my heart!

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