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“…. Riiiiiiiiiight.” She croaked the word out. “Let’s… not dwell on that…”

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Blue eyes blinked when she saw the collection. In the bedlam of the last eight hours, Elsa had completely forgotten that she needed to confiscate the letters from Hans. She stared at the stack, confused.

“But you could have given to me when you were at my chamb—“ Elsa gasped and covered her mouth in horror. She almost let herself slip!

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“NONE!” She shrieked a bit louder than she meant to.

Which startled both port and starboard out of sleep and made them jump in surprise. Both beasts hissed and scattered about the room, making Elsa scream and cover her head when one of the cats darted across the bed. A blast of cold erupted in the room, but thankfully in rhe chaos, the other large cats knocked over the bucket of water on the floor so the residue chilled the air.

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“She’s got some kind of deal with your brother Mikael! I heard them talking!” She continued, her face red from rambling. “He wants the duchy back! He wants wants you out of the way and Genevieve is obsessed with keeping you as some kind of doped up doll and Mikael plans to marry meeeee….yyyyyyy queen to secure Arendelle as another territory for the isles!”

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“She’s poisoning you!” ‘Circe’ said frantically. “That devil woman is drugging you to make you complacent with her ruling in your stead and you dependent on her! Your maids! They got you out of the ballroom before Genevieve could corner you. She’s mad, I tell you!!”

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“Mmm..” the blurry figure stirred and moved, lifting her head to reveal a familiar brush of black hair and haunting blue eyes that went wide when she realized where she was standing . “Hans!”

She lunged forward and tackled the Duke into his bed, hugging him tight and buried her face into not the crook of his neck and shoulder. Here was still damp hair from sweating out the toxin, but she didn’t mind. Hans was awake!

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Something small and soft snuggled into the crook of his neck and shoulder. The familiar scent of peppermint filled his nose, and when he turned his head to find the source of that smell, Hans discovered (through his blurred vision) that he was not alone in his bed. And the mysterious lump was much larger than what a pair of sleeping cats would make.

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“We’ll see..” Abby scoffed, still disapproving of the whole thing.

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Abby and Hilde again exchanged a look, clearly less than thrilled with the situation. They had spent their younger years smuggling Queen Adelaide around the castle to meet with her lover and Hans’ father, Sir Anders, and barely dodged death several times.

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Abby made another frustrated squeak, stomping her foot and crossed her arms as she turned away. Her pale cheeks were red with fury and she looked ready to burst a blood vessel.

Klaus was right.

“… and what of Mikael?” The maid said in a low voice. “He’ll just see this another slight of power..”

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Abigail scoffed at the explanation. She stared at the prince as though he had just sprouted another head.

“And what of his marriage to Lady Genevieve?” She argued in response. “Her family has already been riding her about the fact she still isn’t with child and they’ve been married for some time now! If word gets out the Duke has taken a mistress to bed before his own wife, the De Villas family could call for war!”

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There was an eruption of questions, followed by insults, and questions that were laced with insults. Abigail once again had to be restrained by Hilde but both women looked ready to skin Klaus alive for allowing such a situation.

“Have you lost all sense, you scarecrow of a man!? The snow queen?! Alone with Hanschen?? She could have killed him!! What if Genevieve had stormed in here?!” Abigail hissed, her nails scratching at the air while attempting to claw at Klaus’ face. “We’d all be hanging at the gallows by lunch!”

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Dark eyes simmered with rage as Abby let out an infuriated squeak and sheathed her knife back in place. She then crossed her arms and leaned back against Hilde to calm herself. She was ready to listen.

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“Then I present a counter proposal.” Abigail growled and reached for her kitchen knife. “You tell us what you know, and you keep your testicles.”

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“And if we refuse?” Abigail hissed as she crossed her arms.

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Abigail was ready to rush into the room, her kitchen knife drawn from its sheath and swung it violently while Hilde held her back. The smaller maud let out a clamor of muffled swears, but Hilde was much stronger than she looked, and easily subdued her comrade,

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Dawn broke through the window of Hans’ chambers, but not a soul stirred within the room. Port and Starboard were in their usual spots, piled on top of eachother and sound asleep on the window sill. Prince Klaus had taken refuge in the arm chair and was slumped over on his arm while he slumbered.

Meanwhile, in the master bed, a pair of sleeping lovers were curled up under Egyptian cotton sheets. A raven haired maid had tucked herself into the Duke’s arms, just into the spot between his neck and shoulder. Black streaks of tears stained her cheeks, and she struggled to breathe properly until she finally relaxed and let sleep take her.

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