A/N: Introducing one of the world's worst Prince and the best teacher for him...

[A Royal Pain In The Ass (Part Three)]

Vergil Sparda did not need to spend too much effort composing his face into a blank slate as he stood still and perfectly upright, looking down at the young man that had just walked into him. Perhaps it was the result of him being a half-demon, or simply a demon hunter by profession, Vergil had only stumbled very slightly when the young man had walked into him while they both turned around the corner at the same time.

"My apologies." Vergil said, looking down at the young man, whose shock was quickly fading away to a look of contempt and black-clouded anger.

"Who are you to walk along these corridors?!?" The young man didn't seem to need help getting to his feet given the way he jumped up within a millisecond, completely unafraid of invading Vergil's private space.

"Is this corridor restricted?" Vergil kept his voice bland, a sneaking suspicion that he knew the identity of the young man he had accidentally walked into. He had been on the hunt for his little brother, considering the fact that putting Dante in a castle and telling him that he was a very very important guest to the Crown was an extremely bad and miscalculated move on King Ethan's part. While no one here knew about Dante and Vergil's true identity so far –save the king and his personal assistant –Vergil had no doubts that his brother would be telling everyone he met now just exactly how important he was.

"Only royalty can walk here, you fucking peasant. You dirty my eyes just by the sight of you!" The young man shouted, clearly infuriated at Vergil's mild reaction.

From what Vergil had heard from King Ethan, this young man clearly expected everyone around him to be grovelling on the floor upon meeting him. Vergil supposed that had he been someone else –perhaps just an innocent resident of Havencrest –he would be feeling a little fearful of this young man's solid air of self-righteousness. He could see how this young man could make the principal of his own school kneel and apologise in his stead.

Letting his eyes move slowly to the terrified attendant standing a small distance away from the young man, Vergil didn't show a single inch of reaction at receiving the mouthy insults.

"Pardon me for asking, but do you have a hand towel with you at the moment?" Vergil asked calmly, ignoring the look of utter shock when the young prince realised that he had been ignored in favour of addressing the attendant. Flustered but unable to resist a politely-made request from someone whose nerves were harder than steel, the attendant was quick to reproduce a disposable hand towel, handing it over to Vergil with trembling hands.

"I apologise for dirtying your eyes." Vergil nodded his thanks to the attendant, turning back to the young prince with the hand towel in one hand. There was absolutely no warning before the other hand grabbed the chin of the young man who was a good head shorter than him, tilting the prince's head up, squeezing just for the heck of it. "Allow me to rub the dirt out of them for you."

The yell of protest from the prince was loud, but no amount of struggling could resist Vergil's half-demonic strength.

"Get your hands off me, you filthy bastard! Do you know who I am?!?" Prince Alex screamed. "GUARDS!"

"Dear me, I am soiling you, aren't I?" Vergil could not resist his evil smile as he looked up at the frozen attendant. "Pardon me, do you have more hand towels? I fear I must clean up your prince."

"GUARDS! WHERE THE FUCK ARE ALL OF YOU USELESS BASTARDS?! CAN'T YOU SEE SOMEONE IS ATTACKING ME?" The Prince screamed, hammering against Vergil's body, but clearly making no difference. Vergil blinked in soft surprise at the scream, ignoring the patter of footsteps as the royal guards ran towards the cry of help from their price.

"I see your mouth needs some washing as well." Vergil didn't let his smile stray. "I assume Havencrest makes a good economy from selling you mouthwashes."

"LET ME GO, YOU FUCKER!" Prince Alex was still screaming at the top of his voice, and an inch of irritancy flashed across Vergil's smiling face. When he had first heard about Prince Alex from King Ethan, he had assumed that the young man was very much like the younger version of his own brother with more money, prestige and political power.

Vergil hadn't been wrong, except for the fact that Alex was actually much mouthier than his own little brother.

Vergil had the hand towel in his hand stuffed in Alex's open mouth, stifling more screams from the young man before hands landed on him. The royal guards had reached him, but Vergil was unafraid as he let loose a small trickle of power. He didn't want to harm these innocent people, after all. They were at no fault for doing what they were trained and paid for –regardless of how they were trying to protect a useless prince that had less worth than a beggar on the street.

Everyone, save the prince and he, flew back a short distance, crashing to the floor in shock. The guns that had been ready to shoot were blown back much further along the corridor; out of anyone's immediate reach. Vergil would have liked to do slightly more to show the prince that he was not anyone to be trifled with, but was interrupted when a lone voice rose above the sound of guards struggling to come back up to their feet after the demonic power blast.

"Verge, where are you? I'm lost!"

Sighing heavily and closing his eyes for a moment, Vergil finally let the prince go, leaving Alex to stumble quickly away from him, spitting out the hand towel and coughing.

"Stay there, Dante, I'm coming. You'd better not be talking to anyone." Vergil rose his voice towards the sound of where his brother's voice had come from.

"I'm not! But what were you doing with your power? There can't be demons here, right?" Dante's voice came back as Vergil headed to the direction of his brother's voice. For a half-demon and demon hunter, Dante was completely hopeless with his sense of direction. His little brother was the type to get lost on a one-way street, so putting him in the middle of an unfamiliar castle was definitely going to reap some results.

"No, there are no demons here." Vergil answered, politely side-stepping the many royal guards that were still on the floor. The reason why these trained men were unable to get up was simple; he was still keeping them down with his demonic power. "There is only a demonic prince."

"You mean you?" Dante's laugh was closer in reply now, and Vergil turned around the corner at the end of the corridor to see Dante walking towards him, following each other's voice.

"I am not the only one." Vergil put a hand on his brother's shoulder, turning Dante back the way he came because he didn't want his brother seeing the carnage that he had wrecked just a few minutes ago. "With the addition of you and me, I'll say there are three demon princes in this castle."

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Unlike fairy tales or stories about royalty that parents gave to their young, impressionable children, princes and princesses in the country of Havencrest did not need attendants to help them dress and put on their makeup. Linny, Isadora's personal assistant (not attendant), was currently busy preparing the after-action report for her visit to the Silverport and clearly had no time to attend the party.

Thus, this left Dora alone in her room, with Kai taking a short break and dressing himself up nicely as well since bodyguards were not excused from dressing sloppily at a party. It was thirty minutes before the start of the party, and Dora wondered if she should go early to see if her father needed any help. Her dress was worn nicely –a bright red easy dress that showed off her slim waist, ample bosom, but loose around her thighs. A practical pair of blue pumps was buckled on nicely and Dora had done her own hair in loose curls, giving herself a natural look for her makeup. Her father had told her to dress nicely for the party, but it was still just a party. There was a line that Dora didn't want to cross and look too formal for a simple gathering party for the nobles of Havencrest.

Dora checked her image in the mirror one last time, then left to retrieve her bag where she had chucked them on the table. Her luggage from her two-week travel was still sitting beside the door to her wardrobe, still waiting to be unpacked. Checking her phone, she wasn't surprised at all to find 24 messages and 17 missed calls from Prince Lewis of Silverport. Scrolling through the unread messages carelessly, Dora struggled not to gag at how lovey-dovey the man sounded despite the fact that they were not even friends. Dora didn't remember declaring herself a friend of Prince Lewis, and had in fact been forced to give her phone number to the man in front of his proud father.

Dora blocked number quickly, moving on to her unread messages from her other contacts. Linny was constantly updating on the progress of the report, which was going on nicely. The latest message showed that Linny was 67% done.

A soft knock on the door sounded and Dora gave a quick polite invitation, still standing by her bed and checking her phone messages.

"Good evening, Isadora." The polite greeting made her look up from her phone, and she gasped her shock to see the same man that she had met at the airport in the early afternoon; except that he was dressed in a very stunning black suit and dress shoes. He wore no tie, and the top-most button was undone (though she suspected that it was on purpose to give lookers a peek of chiselled chest).

Dora knew that the man was a demon hunter, but at the moment, she couldn't help but wonder if the man also secretly a superstar.

"Good evening, Mr Sparda." Dora cleared her throat quickly. As the Princess, she had met many superstars before –there were even some that had tried to flirt with her and establish good ties with the Crown. It was easy to say that Dora had met many handsome men, though she would have to admit that the man standing before her now was clearly ranked in the top few on her list. Not quite enough to make her breathless, but enough to make her eyes remain on her for just a little longer than usual. "Is knocking on a princess's bedroom door a common practice for you?"

"Not particularly common; no." Vergil answered, his face not showing any sign of amusement, curiosity; anything. The guy was a blank slate at the moment. "Your father said that it would be better if I escort you to the party."

"Escort me?" Dora repeated. "Daddy has never asked anyone to escort me before. Kai is all I need."

"Your bodyguard has been called to help out in the preparation of the party." Vergil answered. "Ethan also said that it would be better if you guided me to the venue of the party; just in case anyone doubts my identity and welcome here at the castle."

Ethan. Dora had only heard of her father being called by name without title by the kings of other countries; never just a normal person. Though she was more or less convinced that Vergil was not completely a normal person at all (putting the fact of him being a half-demon aside).

Still, his reason made rational sense, and Dora could find no good reason to reject the man's kind offer. He had been unafraid of saying that he needed her help as well to prove his identity, though Dora herself didn't know what exactly about his identity that was allowing him to call her father without title. Still, she guessed that lending her presence by entering the party beside him would do well on establishing his position within the nobles at the party as a guest.

"Is your brother not coming along, Mr Sparda?" Dora nodded to show that she had accepted his offer, dropping her phone into her clutch bag on the bed, then picking it up, turning to the door where Vergil still stood a very polite distance away.

"Do call me Vergil. And no. Dante is not coming because he will ruin the party with his mouth."

Dora thought back briefly on her impression that she had of Dante, giving a small chuckle before she could stop it from rising.

"I see. Thank you for ensuring that the party will go smoothly then, Vergil."

"You will not thank me for the same thing after the party." Vergil replied bluntly, closing the door behind her politely after he had let her through first like the gentleman that he had always been. "I am afraid that the party will not be as smooth as you think."

"What do you mean by that?" A shot of startled concern ran through Dora.

"The Lords will be furious. Do prepare yourself mentally, Isadora. Ethan and I have things planned." The cryptic short sentences gave her a startle, but a side-wards look to the man who was walking in step beside her showed that there was a small amused smirk on his face. It was also a smirk that gave Dora the suspicion that the man wouldn't easily give up the truth, and thus Dora decided not to waste her saliva trying to ask it out of him. For some reason, Dora knew that threatening the man with her authority as the Princess of this country wasn't going to work –particularly against this man who called her father by name easily without fear at all.

"I met someone who I think must most likely be your little brother." The continuation of their conversation with a completely different topic mildly surprised Dora. Vergil didn't really look like someone who preferred to be kept in a conversation. She had gotten that impression back in the car ride, when it had been mostly her asking questions and him answering them. He hadn't really asked her much at all; not about her country or about her life as a princess or even just anything.

"You met Alex?" Dora felt a little pity at the man's misfortune. Most visitors to Havencrest didn't meet Alex so early in their visit since her little brother was often outside of the castle doing god-knew-what. "I apologise for any harsh words that he must have said. He is still young."

"He is turning eighteen soon, Isadora. Both you and Ethan need to stop protecting him and apologising for his words." Vergil's blunt words came back in a flat reply, and Dora was aware of the fact that she couldn't imagine how Vergil must have dealt with Alex. They were two men of completely different characteristics, and there seemed to be a strike of evil cruelness in Vergil that Dora couldn't completely deny seeing in his eyes and smile sometimes. "For what's worth, I will have to apologise first for teaching him a small lesson without being given the permission to do so."

"What did you do?" The trait of complete care for her little brother that she had inherited from her father (regardless of how bad Alex treated her nowadays) showed very much now as Dora asked her companion quickly. They were taking their venture to the party venue very slowly, their conversation light and comfortable.

"He said that the sight of me dirtied him." Vergil revealed in the same flat tone, clearly not bothered with the insulting words at all. Still, Dora flinched at how rude her little brother had been to a complete stranger (much less an important guest of the king). "I merely had him cleaned up because I dirtied him."

"You cleaned him up... how?" Dora was actually a little afraid to ask, because she got the sense from Vergil's slightly satisfied tone that his 'cleaning up' was not the most conventional sense.

"With a hand towel. His mouth in particular needed cleaning." Vergil didn't seem like a man who liked to give straight answers at all as Dora struggled to find the correct way to ask her question.

How exactly had Vergil 'cleaned up' her brother 'with a hand towel'? What connotation did the man hold in his tone of voice? What meaning was he trying to imply with his cryptic words?

"My advice for you, Isadora," Vergil filled in the silence after Dora realised that she had missed her cue to voice her questions (mainly because she had been too preoccupied trying to think of how to ask them in the first place). "My advice is to throw Alex out to the wolves. If Ethan is too soft to let outsiders bring him to heel, then you need to harden up. Never show Alex that he is deserving of his position, and break his cocky confidence."

"Y-You sound like you have much experience in dealing with someone like Alex..." Dora said weakly, not feeling up to stomaching what Vergil was suggesting. But Dora knew that Vergil was simply airing his opinions –his strict, and harsh suggestions on what could be done. He only meant her and her father well, but he wasn't in her position, so he couldn't know what she was feeling now, right?

"I have." Vergil's short answer was nothing but truthful, and Dora didn't doubt him for a single moment –even though her rationality begged that she should.

"Alex is the Crown Prince, Vergil... The Lords will be furious with us if we try to teach him anything..."

"Because the Lords want someone to control; I know." Vergil nodded. The man's footsteps had slowed down and they were now standing in the middle of a wide corridor that was surprisingly empty. And, even though the corridor was wide enough for them to speak casually with a formal distance between them, Dora was startled when Vergil stepped closer into her personal space, leaning in. "Do you want to take the throne, Isadora?"

"What are you talking about, Vergil?" Dora could not help backtracking this time, eyes wide as she stared at the well-dressed man who was still looking at her carefully, his blue eyes all but piercing through her. Dora wasn't sure why she was suddenly feeling very invaded, as if Vergil was not seeing her –red party dress and all –but at all her inner thoughts and reading them very carefully. "I cannot take the throne. It belongs to Alex."

"If there was ever a chance that you could take the throne, Isadora," Vergil closed the distance between them in two very small steps, regaining the proximity that he had maintained just a few seconds ago, looking down at her again. His blue eyes never wavered from her face as he waited for her to show a decision of some sort. "Will you –for whatever reason, be it pure or selfish –want to take the throne?"

Of course, if you asked a random resident on the street of Havencrest, they would say that they would want to take the throne for its prestige, power and money. There were few people altruistic enough to not want to take the throne for whatever reasons, and Dora knew that she wasn't one of those people.

But she wanted the throne for reasons that were both selfish, but rational. Dora didn't want the country to suffer at the hands of the inexperienced Alex. She wanted the power, so that she could protect her little brother from the flak that everyone would undoubtedly give him once he grew older.

She wanted to lift the impending burden off Alex's shoulders, to make her father breathe easier.

Princess Isadora wanted to serve the country who had nurtured her, and had done nothing but been doting on her ever since she was born. She had seen tapes of the country's celebration on the day that she was born; how everyone had been happy to see her one-week old self for the first time in the Queen's arm when the Queen returned from the hospital to recuperate. Dora didn't remember much of the days when she was much younger, but she remembered the grandeur of her fifth birthday. Half the country had been elated, and everyone she met during the month of her birthday had greeted the young her with brilliant smiles, wishing her god health and a happy birthday.

Those memories of so many people who loved her even though she didn't know them personally at all; they were all that Dora cherished in the deepest corner in her heart. Those people deserved to have a ruler who cared for them; who put them above himself or herself.

Her little brother Alex just wasn't that sort of person.

"Ethan raised you well, Isadora. You make a good Queen." Vergil declared all of a sudden, pulling Dora out of her sudden realization of exactly how much she wanted to become the sovereign Queen. Ever since she was young, she had been taught that she couldn't become the Queen, and Dora had just accepted the fate as it was taught to her. Unconsciously, she had denied herself –women in Havencrest couldn't be rulers –and had drilled into her mind that her little brother would be the future king regardless of all that happened. Even if something untoward happened to her little brother, she could never be the ruler. The Lord would simply elect one of the more capable sons of the most powerful household and install him as a ruler until Dora married herself off and gave birth to a son.

But if she could become Queen?

"Let us make haste, Isadora." Vergil's words pierced through her again, and she blinked to find that the man was starting off without her. This was honestly the first time that she as a princess found herself being left behind, but Dora didn't have the time to ponder over something as minor as that while instincts made her rush to catch up with the man.

Dora had a sneaking suspicion that Vergil actually knew his way to the venue clearly, because he took quick shortcuts that led that quickly to the venue without her prompting. All the while, he kept his pace brisk –almost as if pretending that he were about to be late –and this made Dora struggle to keep her posture while following his pace. She didn't realise how craftily she was being kept busy until they finally reached the entrance of the venue, already finding it crowded with nobles inside, sharing talk over drinks.

"Announce the arrival of your princess." Vergil spoke in a no-nonsense voice to the nearest door-guard, and there was no second look backwards from the man as he drifted through the open entrance of the ballroom, disappearing through the crowd.

Dora could only do her best to regain her composure, posing herself in the most dignified manner as the door-guard did his job. Her father smiled at her as she walked down the red carpet to join him on the dais, a little surprised to see her little brother sitting on the king's other side, slumping and looking thoroughly bored.

"You look stunning as always, Isa. I am always reminded by your mother's grace when I see you dressed up." Her father flattered her, and Dora could not help but smile at her father's old-perverted ways. While King Ethan was a fine appreciator of the female anatomy, she also knew that her father was completely devoted in his love for her mother despite the fact that the Queen was already gone for the past ten years.

Shortly afterwards, Isadora found herself preoccupied with exchanging pleasantries and greeting to the nobles who were greedy for her attention, introducing her to their sons with the clear intent of wanting to get on her good side in hopes of entering the royal family through her hand in marriage. She had almost forgotten the strange words of the man who had escorted her to the party, then disappeared in the crowd. At least; until she saw the head of silver-white hair lingering close to a pillar of the ballroom, half-hidden behind curtains.

"Isa, remember that no matter what happens, I am always on your side, and I will protect you." Dora was distracted by her father's sudden advice that was said softly to her, but could offer no questions when the King stood up abruptly.

The effect of the King was impressive as always, as conversation died down seconds after the King stood up to gain attention.

"I thank you all for coming to the party tonight." King Ethan was nothing but confident through the microphone, not showing a single inch that he had actually been engaging in a silent political battle with some of the more powerful Lords thanks to the need of reconsidering Alex as a candidate for heir to the throne. "I do hope that everyone is catching up with each other well. I am also very thankful that our dear Isadora has managed to finish her visit to Silverport in time to attend this party with us."

Dora smiled at the polite applause made, waiting for her father's pleasantries to be done.

Her father had said during their lunch that he had an announcement to make, and she was curious. King Ethan usually told her about his intentions before he announced them, because he had always believed that Dora as the princess shouldn't be looking too shocked on her own seat whenever he gave announcements. This time was probably an exception, as she found herself waiting in anticipation for her father to approach the topic as well.

"Today, I am very glad to introduce a very important guest to the Crown who had kindly agreed to join us in this party this evening." The King raised a hand in cue from beneath his royal cape, and movement from the corner of the room took Dora's attention. The head of silver-white hair threaded smoothly through the sea of curious eyes, and she watched with her breath stuck in her throat as Vergil took the steps to the raised dais, standing beside her father.

There was no politely friendly smile on his face.

"This man here goes by the name of Vergil Sparda, and I am utterly elated to have him back in Havencrest. Vergil here is currently 27 –still a very young man –but do not be taken in by his age. Vergil has a very impressive resume on his list; of which some includes doctorates in political science, economics and law. He is very well established within the political circles of Limbo. I have verified that he is the go-to-guy that our fellow Prime Minister of Limbo usually consults for important decisions that cannot be made easily. I want to take the chance at this party to applaud and thank the stars that Havencrest have been blessed to have this young talent joining the family."

Stunned Dora engaged in very polite applause along with the crowd, nervously watching their uncertain reactions as the Lords looked at each other –unsure to label Vergil as a black horse, or simply as a new person to make use of to get into the graces of the king. Her little brother –she noted –was sitting very still in his seat, his eyes tagged fearfully on the back of Vergil's head.

Dora's father raised a hand again, and the applause died down quickly.

"The reason why I am introducing him to you is because he is the son of Eva Havencrest, my little sister. He is officially an heir to the throne as of today because he has proved his bloodline as a Havencrest."

The frozen hush that took the crowd took Dora as well as she blinked in surprise. The son of Eva Havencrest? Wasn't Eva Havencrest the aunt that her father had been talking about during lunch...?

A small technical sound rang in the speakers and Dora came back to reality to see that the microphone had changed hands.

"Ethan had really had me painted too well. I am undeserving of his compliments." Vergil's first words were not the conventional greeting, though Dora knew from the start that Vergil wasn't the conventional person at all. The man had no care for titles and positions at all. "Havencrest is a beautiful country –at least from what little I have seen from the trip from the airport to this castle. It is really a pity to see it about to be ruined by Alex."

Without a doubt, she knew her brother had turned to stone in his seat on the other side of her father's throne.

"It brings me shame that the family that once nurtured my mother has now the addition of two idiots –one being my own twin brother and the other being Alex. I am rather startled to find myself in blood relation to incompetent people like these two." Vergil gave a shake of his head, completely merciless and unforgiving in his words at all. Beside the speaking man, Dora saw her father wince a little at the harsh words spoken at her little brother despite the fact that both of them knew that Vergil's words were actually the same sentiments of many people within the country; except that nobody ever had the guts to say it aloud in front of the king.

"The difference, however, is that Dante knows his position and has relinquished his position as heir; though I will admit that he is holding on to the title of Prince for as long as he can to bring in the ladies. Alex, on the other hand, is years overdue to letting go of his rights as an heir."

The way Vergil was speaking reminded Dora of the same man who had been insulting his little brother in the airport, but Dante hadn't shown any signs of being insulted at all. This strange relationship had been going on for many years between the twins; probably also the reason why Vergil was so completely unafraid of speaking the harsh truth. Briefly, her mind wondered if Dante was as incorrigible as his brother had described, but gave up that thought when her attention returned to Vergil's continued words.

"I understand that this court is not ready for a new heir. Personally, I have no interest in running for the throne either. Havencrest is not my birthplace, and even if I had rule over a place, I would rather it be Hell since I have always been much closer to my demonic half than human half." Vergil admitted, completely unashamed in declaration of his half-demonic heritage.

Upon the stir of gasp that came from the floor of Lords, Vergil paused in his speech.

"Pardon me, did I never introduce myself properly? I am the son of Eva Havencrest, yes. But my father –the man who had so sneakily seduced and eloped with my mother –is Sparda. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the stories of demons, Sparda is currently reigning King in Hell. Still, the desire to rule over anyone is not within my sights. I truly wish the best for Havencrest since it is a place where my mother was brought up and nurtured to be the way she was. I wish the give back to this country, and if offering my service to Ethan now is a way to thank Havencrest for doting on my mother during her younger years before she eloped with my father, then let me do this well."

"Ridiculous!" Someone shouted from within the stunned silence of the crowd. "How can we accept a half-demon for a prince?"

"I had a feeling someone would say that; particularly after Ethan talked to me about the unfortunate situation of the succession of the Crown. I assure you that being half-demon has not decreased my ability to lead and command by half. If anything, missing half of my humanity is actually the best thing for Havencrest right now. Because if there is Court that can support and accept a prince like Alex to become the future king of Havencrest, then they need someone partially demonic presiding over them."

Isadora didn't know what was going on, but a desperate need to understand made her shake off her shock, standing up to approach her father. Unfortunately, however, the movement also took the attention of Vergil, who turned to look at her briefly, then back at the crowd.

"Do you understand the nature of your royalty now, Lords of Havencrest? It is your Princess –not the Crown Prince that you wish so much to be your future ruler –that stands up to protect you. Isadora has been nothing but dedicated to serve the country –and do try to compare it to Alex regardless of how hard it is." Vergil continued as Dora hesitated for a short while. She had been trying to make things clear with her father; but somehow Vergil was taking her action and putting meaning behind it?

Apparently hesitation was something that Vergil took advantage of, because his strong vice-like grip wrapped around her wrist and pulled her forwards, standing her beside him while his other hand held the microphone.

"I prefer not to waste my time and words. Choose, Lords of Havencrest. Choose to be stubborn, remain fighting to make Alex your future ruler, and I will personally exercise my rights as Prince and heir candidate to throw you out of your power. However, if you choose to be flexible now, I will spare us the troubles and allow Isadora to lead this decadent Court." Vergil said firmly, his tone filled with nothing but finality; as if he were giving a referendum.

The buzz of arguments rose in decibel as Dora stood frozen, trying her best to look over to her father but failing to do so as Vergil stood directly in her line of sight. Alex had frozen in his seat as well, looking completely flummoxed –as were the expressions of many Lords within the floor. Many of them were arguing whether to accept Vergil or not –equally divided in refusing the idea of a woman in power in Havencrest, and having a half-demon take power and throw them off their position.

Standing frozen and stunned into silence on the stage right beside Vergil, her mind quickly drifted back to their conversation shared during their journey to the party, connecting the dots quickly. Vergil had asked if she would like to be the ruler if she had the chance, watching her face carefully for the answer that she had not been able to give verbally, but was sure had shown in her eyes.

This was why.

He was going to make her Queen.