I had arrived hours before, Being greeted by Her Majesty herself, and my old friend, Charles Grey.

My eyes lit up, being overwhelmed by nostalgia and joy, causing me to inappropriately tackle and hug him, in front of the queen.

This caused Charles Grey to be embarrassed a bit, as it was performed in front of his master. To say the least, it wasn't a bother to Queen Victoria, rather it was quite amusing.

"I'm so happy that you're here! we have a lot to catch up about...but it's been so long," I said, starting to trail off, looking at his enhanced figure. His once innocent eyes, became piercing blue and his figure became confident and gave off a aura of staunch, he also rather looked young for his age.

I felt my cheeks blush a bit.

Grey's face grins a bit, but turns to a playful smirk. My lavender eyes lock with his, causing my face to flush more in embarassment.

"I don't think right now is a good time to catch up," Grey says nonchalantly, picking my book from me, raising a brow.

"Is this the cause of your visit?"

"Technically..."I mutter, shrouding my shoulders.

Hearing him chuckle, I squirm in my thoughts, but decided to just try and observe his current actions.

The room was filled with lavish things, Charles Grey and another one beside him, just a few feet away in white uniforms. The only difference was that, Earl Grey had his, tailored to his own personal style. There was this other one, beside Queen Victoria, who I assumed was John Brown.

"(Y/N)?" He questioned, finishing whatever monologue he was doing.

"Yes?" I look up, Being confronted by him, just a few feet away.

Queen Victoria clears her throat, alerting me. "Should you go back to your room? After all you need to be accustomed to the place, as you will be staying here for six months."

"I'll be under your care," I say back, curtsying to add more flair.

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And that's how got in this situation.

He changed a whole lot, his over-inflated ego well-founded in his great skill of beating his opponents. He still had some childish impulses, but he was astute and vigorous. You tried combating with him earlier, but you were immediately defeated.

Charles treated fighting like a game, after all nobles always have in mind:

Life is just a game.

You sprawl out your body on the bed, staring at the ceiling and having some conversations in your head. Trying to remember the idea you had, you sigh, nothing stays on your mind for much long as it disappears into an abyss.

A knock is at the door, and deciding to be too lazy to rise up, you say, "Enter."

The familiar silhouette enters your dimly lit room, their faces hidden in the shadow. The only light being emitted was from this candle lamp beside your bed. Their footsteps ensued, causing a bit of adrenaline to pump in your veins.

Seeing the white locks coming from the figure, you sighed, sitting upright from your sprawled position.

"What beckons you into my lair of hell?" You joked, making jazz hands.

He places his hand on his hip, and frowned. The moment passes by though as you cleared your throat and muttered, "Fine.

Motioning him to sit beside you, you ask, "How are you?"

"Fine and dandy, though I am a bit peckish," He said, musing on about having some cake, tilting his head at you, he says,"You sure changed a lot,"

"Wtf..." You thought, narrowing your eyes.

As he goes on about mentioning how you don't look like a child anymore, you approach the door. You were about to open it, until Charles Grey slams it shut--almost breaking your fingers, mind-- and whispers in a low tone.

"How about we play, My kitten?"