LXVI - Haste
Third Person P.O.V: - - - Fiona clung to the fake baby in her arms as she lightly trembled. Be it out of habit, it's because she was scared, it didn’t matter, all that mattered was those were her fiancé’s men and they’re not running towards her. Valentin placed a hand over her shoulder, “Act natural,” he reminded, and she huffed and nodded subtlety and proceeded walking. They could see the men disperse and call back up to chase Arthur. They are really not going to let Fiona go. This told Fiona that the plan worked perfectly, there was nothing else to wish for. On the other hand, Valentin was filled with worry. There was no other word for it. He is nervous about his beloved’s well-being. He’s not meaning to demean Arthur, of course. He’s a witness that even in the most compromising sit
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