Victoiré stared at her ceiling as the events from last morning replayed on her head. She didn't expect Obi to have a caring side to him. All this time she always thought he was a good-for-nothing person yet he never left her side when he saw her fear against thunders and lightnings. She remembered how warm and gentle his embrace was, like he was holding onto something fragile as a feather could be. And Maybe... Just maybe... She could try to trust him little by little.

At the exact moment, the clock striked twelve the audible sound of the bell filled the room. Victoiré closed her eyes, shifting herself from her left side to her right as she tried to make herself sleep.

The continuous knocking sounds filled the room, Victoiré groaned as she tried to cover her ears with her pillow. But the knock never seem to stop. She got up from her bed grabbing her black wig with an annoyed expression, she opened the door and revealed a grinning Obi.

"Good morning!" He said happily, then instantly the door slammed in front of his face.

"I'm still tired! Go away! I have no business with you!" Victoiré yelled from the other of the door.

With that, Victoiré removed her wig from her head, placing it on her dressing table and went back to her deep slumber covering herself with a duvet. She heard something click from her balcony door but ignored as she was too drowzy to move from her position. Then she felt someone poking her sides.

"Time to wake up Princess~!" A voice cooed. The person continued to poke her sides, then Victoiré realized she wasn't wearing her wig and this person right now is the person she didn't want to reveal her secret the most. Why
must it be Obi of all people?!

"Obi can you let me sleep?" Victoiré asked as she tried to sound polite as possible.

"No can do Princess, it's almost noon so you have to wake up" Obi said, as he tried to pull the duvet that covered Victoiré while on the other hand, Victoiré tried to pull it back with all her might, but Obi's strength was too much for her to handle due to her current position.

Victoiré decided to let go of the duvet and when Obi pulled, made him fall to the ground with the duvet covering his sight. Victoiré took the chance to hide herself in the closet, which was the closest spot to hide from Obi. She hoped Obi would just leave but at this rate, it was definitely impossible for him to leave.

"Sorry to say, Princess but I'm pretty good at hide and seek" Obi said with a annoyed tone. Victoiré concealed her presence, her hand covering her pale thin lips. Please don't find me! please don't find me! please don't find me!

Obi's footsteps were no longer to be heard, as well his presence were no longer to be felt. But she was still hesitant to go outside of the closet. And just then, the closet opened as Victoiré fell forwards.

"Gotchu! I told you I was..." Obi's words slowly faded when he saw red hair. "Princess?" He asked as he tried to approach the female.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!" Victoiré shouted, her hands covering her face. "I didn't want anyone to know about this... But why does it have to be you?! Out of all the people to see my hair why did it have to be you?!"

Obi just stood there with wide eyes as he tried to process what was happening. Moreover, he never thought the Princess would have red hair just like Shirayuki's. No, that wasn't it, for him Victoiré's hair was more beautiful than Shirayuki's. It was darker and longer than Shirayuki's, like it reminded him of the crimson sky. The cat-eyed male decided to approach the redhead Princess.

"I said stop!" Victoiré shouted, but Obi ignored her protest as he placed his hand on the princess' unique hair.

"Don't be afraid..." He whispered softly as bent down by her level. "I don't know the reason why you cover you hair, but for me they're beautiful its like the color of the crimson sky"

Victoiré placed her hands down to her lap as she looked at Obi, it has been awhile since she heard someone call her hair beautiful. Obi suddenly panicked when he saw tears streaming down the Princess' blue orbs.

"It has been awhile since someone called my hair beautiful..." She cried out. Obi gave a reassuring smile and pulled her towards him, her head against his chest.

"I'm glad..." He whispered against her ear as he gently stroked her crimson hair.

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Hi everyone! I was really excited while i was writing this chapter, i don't know the reason but i was fangirling so haaaaard lol. i also imagine Victoiré to have a darker red hair than Shirayuki's, something similar to Yona's hair but Vic's has curls at the tip of her hair. (like the one above)

and i hope you enjoy this chapter, as always.

luv u xx 💕

— イサ