Notice how they're always next to each other in the Hero List (●♡∀♡)
Petition to make them an official couple (give them a couple skin like GusLey, etc.)
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Guinevere jolted upwards. She was unaware of the gasp which escaped from her lips and her heart was beating at a fast paced. She has dreamed about it again, the memories of her childhood and the boy who wasn't Gusion Paxley, though had a very special spot in her heart.
He was the one who awakened the wanderlust in her, the one who made her believed in freedom.
She wished he could've told her his real name. Perhaps then she would've found him by now. The first night they met was also the last time they saw each other. It was said that the boy was returned to the Monastery Of Light to start his training as a demon hunter.
It was only then she knew he wasn't Gusion Paxley when she met the real one in the Magic Academy. He was the polar opposite—he was charming and confident, a master with knives.
Although he wasn't the Gusion Paxley Guinevere wanted, Guinevere befriended him and they later on became best friends in the Academy. It was the only way to fill the void the mysterious boy had left in her.
As the years go by, when they enter adolescence, Gusion confessed his love for the Miss Violet. It was a name given by her professor after always becoming the top of her classes and would always wear purple dresses.
Guinevere had grew up to be a beautiful, alluring woman with a mastery in magic after years of studying magic and being taught fencing by her father and brother in her vacations.
Her life was stable—there would be familial and academic conflicts though they were all minor. One could say her life was perfect—she was perfect, but to herself she was not. Her life would be incomplete until she sees him again.
It has been a week since Guinevere graduated as valedictorian in the Magic Academy. She's had a couple of visitors congratulating her from then on, but more would come surely during her graduation party tonight.
"Good morning, Miss Violet!"
Handmaidens entered her room after given permission to enter. They immediately began preparing her for the whole day—choosing her clothing, making her hairstyle, and doing some little bit of makeup. All of it was done in only an hour.
"Beautiful as always," the eldest handmaiden named Gloria, who has taken care of Guinevere since she was a toddler said.
Guinevere was seated in front of the dresser. She smiled thankfully to Gloria's reflection on the mirror and Gloria returned it warmly. Gloria was the only one who knew about the special boy from her childhood; he was her secret.
"I shall be off. Thank you everyone." Guinevere said. Her handmaidens bowed. She exited from her bedroom and head off downstairs. Entering the open dining room, her father and mother were having their breakfasts at the balcony overlooking the gardens.
Guinevere chose not to join them despite that the glass balcony doors were closed. They must be having such an important conversation, Guinevere thought as she took a seat on the long table. As she waited for the servants to finish serving her food, she was reading the front page of the daily newspaper.
Tribe Of Demons Found Slaughtered In The Southern Mountains
"They said it was a demon hunter who did it." Guinevere overheard one of the servants said to another.
"It was the Death Chanter, I heard." The other servant replied in a whisper, making sure it wasn't loud enough to disturb Guinevere's breakfast. Though Guinevere had heard it loud and clear.
"Who is the Death Chanter?" Guinevere asked, unable to mind her own business.
"His name is Granger, Milady. He's a demon hunter and nobody knows what he looks like." Said the servant.
"Probably because they're killed the second they hear his songs." Another servant added with a chuckle.
"Songs?"
"He plays very melancholic melodies to his targets, luring them into his trap. In my opinion, it's a very terrifying way to die, milady."
"Lucky us he only goes after the demons."
"Lucky us indeed."
"Ahem." The head servant cleared her throat. She ripped her head to the side, signalling everyone to leave. "Apologies for causing such noises in this early morning, milady. Please excuse us."
After the servants left, Guinevere had finally touched her food. She was thinking about the Death Chanter as she sipped her chamomile tea. The Death Chanter... Could it be him? Guinevere pondered.
"Guinevere?" Looking up, she sees her mother has came out from the balcony. "Come. We should talk for tonight's party."
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Guinevere takes a seat across both her parents in the round table. She puts down the tea she has brought with before looking away to appreciate the view of their massive garden which was both theirs and their fellow neighbor's combined together as a sign of unity and loyalty between the two noble families.
"Guinevere, dear?"
She turned her attention back to her parents.
"As always, dress to impress, talk confidently and appreciate every guest who would come tonight. For sure this will boost your reputation and allies whenever you need them." Her mother said in hopes for her daughter's motivation.
Yet even without her support, Guinevere was confident of herself that she could do it effortlessly. It's not as if she hadn't met the guests before.
They were much likely going to be her parents' close friends and business partners whom almost all of them she has already been fairly acquainted with.
"You seem to be rather preoccupied," her father spoke as he drank his daily caffeine, making her slightly uneasy. "Who are you thinking?"
"By the way, Guinevere. How are things with you and Gusion Paxley? I heard he has confessed his love for you at last."
"Um..." Trailing off, Guinevere nodded in confirmation. "Yes, he did."
"Do you feel the same, my dear?"
"I do." But not as wholly, she thought.
"That's good to hear. Then shall we further on continue that marriage we've been planning for years, my love?" Her mother said to her father.
Guinevere was shocked to hear what her mother had uttered. "A-Arrange marriage? But am I too young-"
"The marriage has already been arranged even before you left for the Academy, Guinevere." Her father cuts her off harshly. "If you back out now then you will forever ruin the alliance between both families. Do you really want to be the one to forever destroy the reputation many of my forefathers have been trying to remain high?"
For a second, Guinevere was taken aback. She didn't want to ruin their reputation, but she also didn't want to get married sooner.
She wanted to travel the world first and foremost, which was the thing she has been praying for ever since she was little. She couldn't give up now, her dreams were slowly becoming reachable.
"My love, our daughter won't fail us." Her mother commented lightly. "Isn't that right, dear? But why would you even deny a marriage to someone you love?"
"Because I want to travel the world first, mother." Her tone was rough that his father didn't like it.
Unexpectedly her father stood up from his seat and stormed off, slamming the glass doors behind him that he had shattered it.
Shards of glass poured, making Guinevere's mother massage the side of her forehead stressfully. Guinevere remained sat erect, frowning in disappointment. She shouldn't have said that. More specifically speaking, she shouldn't have spoken at all.
The world is so unfair. If Gusley is so popular and respected then why can't Granevere too?!