𝘌𝘭𝘰𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 - 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩

The noblemen know the pen is mightier than the sword, but so is the tongue. With words coated in honey and a tongue sharper than the holy sword, there's nothing you can't get out of the noblemen as upper society's center. Running an information guild, a peculiar noble asks for dirt on The king of the north, Count Axios. Money is money and business is business. I mean, who doesn't love seducing a maniac?

-❅-

You stare at the hooded being before you.

"You want information on the king of the north?"

"Yes! I'll pay you anything!"

You hum. "What did you want?"

"HIS IDEAL TYPE!"

The words hit you in the back of the skull, and you falter in your movements.

"Very well." You sigh. "Be sure to let your father know I'll be giving you the information soon. Young princess."

"THANK YOU!" The girl's eyes widen, and she rushes out of your building.

You stare at your aide.

"Get one of the young girls undercover." You sigh, staring at his files.

"Who shall we send?"

"Wait." You stare at his file. "I'll go undercover this time."

"You?!!"

"The count has been trying to court me ever since the baroness rejected him." You stare at the notes for him. "And retype everything here. I haven't gotten any information on him because I hated him so much."

"Alright," Your assistant catches the files, and you stand at your closet for a moment. "The ball is tomorrow, right?"

"Your debutante."

"Another useless ball," You shrug. "He's not that old, and he isn't ugly. I could give him a chance."

Your assistant sighs.

-⍣-

"Announcing the arrival of Marchioness Y/n!" You walk down the stairs.

"Marchioness," Bertol holds his hand out to you.

A smirk settles itself on your face.

To everyone's surprise, you accept it without brushing him off.

"Count," You smile.

"May I have this first dance?"

You stare at him, eyes shimmering. "Of course."

He whisks you onto the dance floor, and you make a light-hearted conversation.

"I heard the young princess is into you," You start.

"I have as well," He smiles. "Jealous?"

"No," You hum. "I was curious to see if I was really your type or I was just a rebound."

"Oh, but you are!" He hums.

"Am I not a rebound because the baroness rejected you?" You spin in his arms.

"Of course not," He smiles.

You hum, and you relax a little. "Why are you into me?"

"Simply because," He raises a brow, that smile still on his face.

You lean in slightly. "Then, would you **** me?"

The count is taken aback at your behavior, and you grin at him.

"I would."

You beam. "Then I look forward to it."

The music stops, and you peel yourself from his arms. "My gratitude, count."

You leave the count with reddened ears and a hand over the bottom half of his face.

"Y/N HAVE YOU GONE MAD???" Your friend rushes up to you. "Are you ok? Did you hit your head too hard?"

You laugh and lower your voice. "Business."

"With him???"

You grin.