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Adrien fidgeted with his mandarin collar on his black tux as he stared at his reflection. He did not want to go to the ball. He softly groaned as Marinette helped fix his disheveled hair.
Marinette smirked. "Adrien! Hold still, or else I'm never going to be able to fix this hairy situation!" She giggled. "Seriously, it's like a beaver made a home on your head!"
Adrien loved her laugh. It made his heart soar with joy every time a smile lit up her face. It was a smile that could melt anyone's heart.
"I'm trying to buy myself time here! You know I hate going to balls!" Adrien laughed.
"Maybe so. But it still won't stop your father from dragging you down there himself. You know how important this means to him and to-"
"The future of our kingdom. I know" Adrien finished her sentence. He knew that his father worried about war between Southern and Northern ever since the Great Divide that happened a century ago. There has been peace for many years, but danger still lurks.
Adrien's bedroom door silently opened and in came...Felix. He was looking rather dashing in a more dark suit than Adrien's and delicate white gloves that only covered his hands. His pale,blond hair was neatly brushed and his icy blue eyes heeded a dangerous feeling of fear.
Adrien groaned for the millionth time. What more can go wrong today? Hopefully, he will be more polite since Marinette was basically a witness.
Marinette curtseyed. "Your Highness."
Felix smirked maliciously. "Is this the nobody peasant that serves my dear brother?"
Adrien's face twitched; fighting between the emotions of anger and placidness. His hand balled up into a fist; ready to punch his brother into the middle of the ocean.
"Not now. It's okay." Marinette silently mouthed to him.
Adrien unclenched his fist and took a deep breath. He was sick of the nobles treating people like Marinette as if they were trash. He was sick of being rich and having a title of nobility. Every day, Adrien wishes for once to have a life like Marinette or Alya. Just for a day, to have one full day of freedom. No expectations. No pressures. And no reputation to maintain.
"What do you want Felix?" Adrien questioned.
"Is it wrong just to want to see how my dear brother is doing? Taking your time I see. Miss Bourgeois is waiting rather quite...impatiently for you so I suggest you hurry it up." With a wicked grin, Felix dramatically exited the room.
Adrien slammed his hand against the vanity. "Ugh, for once, I just want to punch the stupid face of his."
Marinette rushed toward him; aware that he was still in a dismal state. She gently hugged him and whispered comforting words to soothe his anger.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay. I'm okay. You can't let him get to you Adrien."
Adrien ran his fingers through his hair; mes his hairdo, in frustration.
"I know, it's just...he can get so easily under my skin sometimes and I don't know how he does it." Adrien sighed exasperatedly.
"Well, let's deal with him later. I still have to fix you up." She winked.
Adrien obediently sits down and lets her fix his hair again.
"My life officially sucks." Adrien thought.
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