The Queen Wicked Deeds

"Who are you?"

"I am John Smith," the boy with black hair and golden eyes answered, he was carrying a limited edition 'REAL' sword and was shamelessly pointing it at the handsome boy of emerald eyes. "I challenge you, Henry Mills."​​

"Why should I comply with your challenge?"

Henry was amused at the shamelessness of his bride. He didn't know that he was already addicted to her momentary crazy spurts that can come unexpectedly and with strange but effective results.

"Because, if you refuse I will take your bride away," the young 'boy' said with a smirk on his face. He was even smiling widely seeing the face of his soon-to-be subordinate turn serious.

"You won't dare," Henry said to the 'boy' but he was laughing inside.

"I dare," the 'boy' said again and moved forward with a quick attack.

They were on the main patio of the Academy and many students were already using their 'MINI' device to call for the whole school to watch the unexpected show. They didn't know where the 'boy' came from, nor they knew him though he called himself John Smith. A strange kind of name that was not recorded in any student's registry.

"You won't win, Mr. Smith," Henry said with a taunting voice, "why don't you give up?"

"I will never give up!" John stood up with a look of confidence in his eyes. Though he was tired and sweating, the fierce look in his eyes was amazing and inspiring. No one had endured for so long the brutal attacks of Henry. However, they all knew that Henry was holding back.

"What do you want?"

Henry also wiped the sweat running down his forehead, though, it was just an act to make the 'boy' think he was doing great.

"Let's bet, Mr. Mills," John answered with a grin on his face, "If I win then you will swear to be my slave."

"I can't do that," Henry answered while looking at the cute 'boy' in front, "you will have to ask my Master before I can make such a bet. I already belong to her and only her, Mr. Smith."

The 'boy' John Smith blushed at the straightforward words of the young Henry. He was even seen trying to suppress a smile and the many eyes looking at him were already giggling.

"Did you see?"

"Yes, I have already taken a picture with 'MINI'"

"Great, we have to post it on the school Princess board."

The boy coughed a bit to stop feeling so happy from something unrelated to him. However, his plans were going nowhere.

"Then… then you will be my bride," he said shamelessly, making the young boys and girls gasp in shock. "What do you say?"

Henry smiled again, however, this time he couldn't conceal the shiny emerald eyes from giving a loving stare at the 'boy' in front of him.

"I am sorry, Mr. Smith," he said while stepping little by little towards his dear admirer. "But I am also already taken and I like my sweet fiancée that is already the owner of my heart."

"That… that…" the 'boy' could hardly control his need to jump the handsome Henry and kiss him on the cheek. "I… I understand, what a shame."

The boy answered and lowered his head, but it was difficult to conceal the redness of his cheeks.

"However," Henry whispered, "you can be my junior in the knight's club, what do you say Mr. Smith?"

The boy's eyes shone with a beautiful glint that sent to a spiral of flushness the whole school looking at them. They couldn't dare to ask how could those roses and petals had appeared in the background as they were sure it was the job of the fan club of Princess Anne. Two girls, one with a red ribbon, the other with circle glasses were also dressed in knights clothes and spreading petals with the help of the magic boy Eliot.

"Then…" Henry lowered his head and took the chin of the soft boy, "what do you say?"

"I… I will love it," the 'boy' say and looked up at the eyes of the shiny Henry, "if you accept this lowly me."

Henry couldn't take it anymore. The cute voice and the flushed cheeks of the 'boy' were too much to stand it any longer, with a quick move of his arm, he grabbed the boy's slim waist and managed to peck the boy's soft lips.

The whole school was in a frenzied state. Some were clapping, some others were shouting congratulations phrases, some others were cracking their fingers as they were ready for a fight.

"Anne Du Lith!"

The voice came from a boy with shiny red hair and golden eyes.

"You… your Highness!" the boys around bowed a bit to the furious Crown Prince of Lith. He seemed to be erupting with red flames at the look in front of him.

However, the two lovers in the middle of the patio didn't give him any attention. Mostly because the shameless 'boy' was now experiencing the most gently kind of love. A kiss.

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[To the King and Queen of Lith,

It is my pŀėȧsurė to write you again my King Julian and Queen Elisa of Lith, my long-time friends. I want to start by giving you my heartfelt thanks for the support you had given me on funding the so many school clubs that rose unexpectedly this year. I wonder why.

Then it is my honor to inform you that the Academy has inaugurated a new tournament that encourages the school clubs to create more outstanding activities and also motivates the teachers to manage the students at their best. So, I am happy to let you know that you will have the greatest pŀėȧsurė of being the supporters of this beautiful academic achievement. Of course, I will give you the opportunity to choose the right reward. On that note, I already told them that it is a fantastic treasure with a value of more than one thousand golds.

Anyway, I also in charge of telling you that we may have experimenting difficulties in making some students join the school grounds, though, my sources tell me that those strange students come from Lith.

First, a beautiful girl with long black hair and blue eyes appeared on the hallways of the school and created a difficult conflict between the son of the Duke of Mills, Henry, and the Prince Martin of Forth. They were fighting over the hand in marriage of that little girl. She seemed to call herself Helene of Troy.

Then another rising situation came a boy that calls himself John Smith tried to steal the fiancée of your dear daughter, Princess Anne. However, in the end, they only became disciple and senior of the same knight's club.

Though… and this is the difficult thing I should convey. Sigh… the loving season of this year is approaching and the hearts of our students are maturing with each day, so I beg you to open your minds to any kind of love and understand the situation. How should I tell you? It is not easy but for the sake of my dear Queen Elisa entertainment, I will try to describe it in detail.

Flowers were flying on the main patio of the Academy and the claps and encouraging voices of the students around could on led the two loving boys to share their first movement of sweet love. A kiss.

Princess Anne may be disappointed that the lips of her fiancé had been stolen, but I hope you can give her comfort with some words.

Adam Robinson, Duke of Neim.

P.s. See attached the pictures of the two strange students that appeared on the campus. Any coincidence or similarity with any other red-haired person may not be considered purely accidental. On a second note, the Crown Prince Ilian is in detention for trying to murder the son of the Duke of Mills with a 'REAL' sword.]

The King Julian of Lith was exuding a dark aura around him, from many years ago, that mist covering his body was never seen outside the battle camp.

However, his golden eyes were fixed in the head and the neck of a certain Duke of Mills that was slowly taking steps back.

"Don't you dare take a step back!"

The King's voice was already reaching a dangerous tone. Almost the same as when he was talking with the idiot Wizard Druon.

"Ju… Your Highness, this… this must be a misunderstanding. The boy with golden eyes in that picture may be the one that instigated the kiss… my boy was not cheating."

"You…" Julian smirked, but the dark aura didn't surrender.

However, the giggling of his dear wife stopped him when she was looking at the other set of pictures that he hadn't seen.

"Did you see?" The trembling Minister was now signaling the picture of the young boy pulling the collar of Henry into a deep kiss. Then many other pictures were the same boy was pushing Henry to the ground and then reddening into a tomato face the same as the Crown Prince of Lith.

"Aw... she ran away," giggled Queen Elisa.