#anyways the way Aldrich is being a total grump until Victoria shows up

[revivemyreverie]

SCREAMS

『 So this is love..? 』

Characters: Victoria Shard, Clarabella, Aldrich Edelweiss (@revivemyreverie)

Pairing: Victoria Shard x Aldrich Edelweiss

Mentioned: Lady Larissa, Valentine Edelweiss

Synopsis: Love can come in many different forms. One of which involves blood soaked fingertips.

Warning(s): Implied murder, Aldrich being Aldrich, mentions of Aldrich killing a girl, me not being normal about them, how did this oneshot even get conceptualized, potential ooc

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↳ Victoria Shard, the beautiful manipulator

It was a beautiful night in the Edelweiss empire. The imperial family had taken great lengths to make sure that tonight's gala was one nobody could forget.

Aldrich was not among them.

He found the event lifeless and mundane, not to mention the number of witches in his midst didn't make it any better.

Aldrich began narrowing his eyes at his younger brother, Valentine, whilst he was mingling with the other nobles.

The servant beside him hesitated in pouring him another glass. “My lord,” they called out. “You seem to be in a sour mood. Might I pour more refreshments into your glass?”

Aldrich shook his head. “No,” he replied bluntly, little to no expression on his face. “That won't be necessary.”

Pursing their lips, the servant beside him gave him a curt yet nervous nod before backing away to give Aldrich his space.

The fact that I'm required to participate in such events is already a pain as it is…. Aldrich thought, leaning against his father's throne - The one he was ‘destined’ to sit on as the heir.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. And there's quite the number of witches in appearance…. If I'd had my knife with me, I would've….

He chuckled sinisterly at that thought. “I'll put that into consideration. In case…. One of them is enabling my already putrid mood.”

His words easily disturbed the servants nearby, as well as the other guests. Alas, that didn't seem to stop the numerous princesses, duchesses, or some daughters of a marquess or viscount from ogling at him.

He slouched ever so slightly, his frown deepening.

“If only you were here, my savior…”

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“So this is the girl?”

“Yes, my lady.”

Clicking her tongue, Victoria placed her hand over her hip, glowering at the poor girl looking up at her - Tied to a chair, mouth covered by rags and slightly bruised.

“Give me information,” Victoria ordered.

The servant beside her - Clarabella - nodded, unbothered by the muffled cries of the girl.

“Name, lady Larissa. Daughter of viscount Larissa,” Clarabella continued, keeping her eyes closed. “An avid churchgoer, and strikingly similar in appearance to the girl prince Edelweiss had once searched for upon said girl's death.”

A hum left Victoria's lips. “I see….” she looked back at Clarabella. “Anything else?”

Clarabella shook her head. “Not much, your grace. However, it should be worth noting that Lady Larissa's presence should upset Prince Edelweiss.”

Or rather, both Edelweiss princes. Victoria knew that much.

She also knew of her lovely Aldrich's little secret. He killed that girl from the choir, all because she had been - in some way - involved with his brother.

And yet she didn't care.

A smile fell upon Victoria's face. One as sinister and bone-chilling as Aldrich's. How endearing…

From the nearby table, she picked up a knife. One that she had ‘borrowed’ from Aldrich.

With a simple motion, she grazed the edge of the knife against Lady Larissa's jaw. “You did nothing to me…” her jaw clenched. “And yet you continue to be such a nuisance.”

She let out a breath once blood was drawn from the jaw. Neither Clarabella nor Lady Larissa could tell if it was out of satisfaction or exasperation.

Suddenly, she pointed the knife at Clarabella. “This girl has no sense of importance to me,” Victoria spoke bluntly. “And yet…”

Clarabella bowed her head, beginning to leave the room - Well aware of what her mistress was about to do.

Leaving her with Lady Larissa - tied up, weeping, in her final resting place.

“Some part of me wants to tear you apart, myself…. If not for me, then for Aldrich.”

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His mood dampened as the night went on. Nothing seemed amusing enough, it seems.

The longer the night prolonged, the more witches came his way. And alas, Aldrich had not brought his knife with him.

Hell, he didn't even seem to hear the sound of trumpets blaring when it came time to announce the entrance of a guest who arrived.

That is…. Until their name was uttered.

“Presenting, lady Victoria Shard, heiress to the house of Shard!”

Aldrich shifted in his seat, eyes suddenly wide with his lips parted. In the distance, Victoria looked back at him, a radiant smile donning her face.

She was gorgeous.

When she finally approached, Aldrich took in every single little detail of the features of her face, body, and even the gown she wore.

The gown, the most. Intricate lace-made sleeves, and lovely ebony silks. Subtle, simple.

Yet breathtaking.

In the corner of Aldrich's eye, he catches a glimpse of red on the hem of Victoria's skirt. Visible enough to make it seem like a deliberate design choice, but not large enough to be the first thing anyone sees.

He knew better than to assume it was a deliberate design choice on his savior's part. Of course he would.

Kissing the back of her gloved hands, Aldrich looked up with a dashing smile. “My savior,” he said. “Care for a promenade in the gardens?”

Chuckling, Victoria removed his hand from hers to lift his chin. “In the gardens? Rather scandalous, don't you think?”

He giggled, relishing in the sound of her voice like it was a sound from Apollo's lyre. He nodded, wrapping an arm around hers and escorting her out of the ballroom, and into the gardens.

In doing so, he advised his brother to take over as ‘star of the show’. Much to his dismay.

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“In the shining moonlight, you continue to bewitch me with the dazzling gleam of those lovely sapphires in the sockets of your eyes, my darling savior.”

She giggled while he guided her around the garden. “Oh my,” she replied. “Do I take that as a good thing, or a bad thing?”

His smile widened a little. “Take it however you'd like, my dear. You shan't escape my grasp now after months of being together.”

Victoria smirked. “That I am aware of, my prince,” she spoke, kissing the top of his head.

Hearts seemed to appear in Aldrich's eyes at that moment. My prince. Sevens, that sounded incredible when she said it.

“My prince,” Victoria called out. “Don't you think this is a bit scandalous? Two of us, promenading here, unchaperoned?”

He chuckled, knowing full well that this was her way of teasing him. Nodding mischievously, Aldrich walked slightly ahead of her and turned around - The moon illuminating his silhouette behind him.

“Do you hate such a thing, my dear?”

Crossing her arms, Victoria shook her head in amusement, smile softening. “Oh, I could never.”

Very quickly halfway through their walk, Victoria noticed how Aldrich guided her throughout the garden.

It was almost like he was maneuvering her around to avoid running into something. Was he perhaps hiding something from her?

That shan't be the case. But then again, knowing Aldrich, Victoria knew that the possibility of avoiding a recently rotted corpse wouldn't be out of the question.

Besides, she'd do the same. Regardless, she thought it'd be good to bring that topic to light.

“Aldrich,” the young man in question soon found Victoria by his side once more. He looked up at her, tilting his head in curiosity, wondering what she was going to say.

“Are you maneuvering me around the garden?”

Aldrich paused, slowing down as he walked.

“My savior…” For a moment, and only for a moment, Aldrich's expression darkened. “Whatever do you mean?”

In tandem, Victoria matched his energy. Only this time, she didn't falter her now darkened expression.

“You shouldn't try hiding the truth from me, my dear,” she now stood in front of him, lifting his head by its chin just as she did moments before. Only this time, it was for a different reason.

“Please, my dear, do tell me the truth.”

She soon moved her hand from his chin to his cheek, eyes softening. In response, Aldrich placed his own hand over Victoria's.

“I have not a clue what you're on about, my savior,” he replied, leaning into her touch.

Eyes narrowing slightly, Victoria inched closer to his face. “You need not hide the truth from me, Aldrich.”

It was odd, really. Her own way of saying: I don't care what you do, I'd still love you, anyway.

Sighing, Aldrich leaned his forehead against hers. “You know me far too well for my own good, my darling.”

That essentially confirmed all of Victoria's suspicions. And she didn't need to know any more than that.

Slowly, in an attempt to ‘beg’ for her forgiveness, Aldrich removed her gloves. He kissed the back of her bare hand now, almost far too passionately than he had originally intended.

And when he pulled away, he looked back at his beloved, smiling.

He didn't utter a word about her blood-soaked fingertips. Because he couldn't give a damn.

In their eyes, they can call whatever they see - As love.

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