You stare at the cuffs on your wrist.

"So... How are you, Director Goodsky? Fancy seeing you in jail!" You smile at the director in the same cell as you. "Is there a reason?"

"Got used as a scapegoat," She shrugs.

"I thought they found out-"

"Nope." She hums. "Speaking of which, your eyes?"

"Huh?"

"They still seem to be the regular color."

"Ah, yes!" You beam. "Surprisingly!"

You whistle, and another person is thrown in jail next to you.

"Oh, hey Arthur," You brush him off. "Can I get a cup of alcohol??"

The guard glares at you.

"That's racially motivated but go off I guess," You roll your eyes.

You kick your legs, and you lean against the icy wall. "Wanna play rock, paper, scissors?"

The other two glare at you.

"What?"

You stare at the lance that suddenly appears. It's your sister in a cloak.

"Are you here to scold me?"

She hands you a letter.

To my beloved sibling,

At first, I thought it was off that you and Arthur, who had done nothing, would be sentenced to jail. Apparently, the King and Queen of the dwarves and humans made a deal with someone from Alacrya. 

On top of that, the reason for your locking up as Y/n L/n instead of Mask is because you hid Elijah Knight. The boy is no longer in the infirmary room as you had mentioned. The princess is safe though.

On the other hand, I was just notified that you and Arthur are being sent to another person. The principal is to be executed, and a war will inevitably break out. Mom and Dad are already sent to a safe space along with Arthur's parents. The rest is up to you two.

Much love, 

Varay

The Lance disappears, and you laugh.

"Oh she's so cute!" You wipe a tear as the letter disappears.

"What did it say?"

"Scapegoats, all three of us." You point at them and then yourself. "Oh, and the director is being publicly executed."

The director sighs.

"Fun fact, I bet one of the Alacryans bribed the royals," You laugh. "Oh! Oh! How's your bond?"

"They took Sylvie from me."

"That's... racially motivated," You purse your lips. "Homophobic, if I may."

"When's the trial?"

"No idea," You shrug. 

"Speaking of which, can't you just break out?" Arthur raises a brow at you.

You stare at him. "I'd love to. But that makes things boring."

Arthur raises a brow at you.

"Calm your titties Leywin, your family is safe." You roll your eyes. "If we break out, where would we go? Our faces are plastered everywhere."

"Anywhere-"

You think hard. "You met up with Windsom, right?"

Arthur raises a brow.

"Let's call it... tea time, shall we?" You smile broadly.

-⧖-

"And thus, prisoner Y/n L/n, and prisoner Arthur Leywin, are hereby to be imprisoned until further notice," The dwarf king announces.

You yawn. "So I can go back to jail now, right?"

"You-!"

You stare up at him, uninterested. A purple shimmers in your eyes briefly; your smile is nearing unhinged.

Everyone here is only alive because I'm allowing it.

The king raises a brow. "EXCUSE ME?!"

"Did I say something? Your highness?" Your voice is dripping with sarcasm.

"Citizens-"

"That's enough." The human king speaks up.

You two lock eyes for a brief moment.

"What of my bond?" Arthur asks.

"The Council is already being kind enough to let you live, yet you dare ask for more?!" The dwarf queen bangs her hand on the table.

You lock eyes with her, the wretched smile never leaving your face.

What's wrong with making sure his kid is safe?

"YOU INSOLENT-"

"You're hallucinating again, your highness." You smile mockingly.

"Bairon, take them both back to the cell but keep them chained up." The dwarf king grits his teeth.

You shrug, walking on your own.

Helios, how are you?

Setting up for tea.

You sit in your cell, and you smile at the Lance.

Your brother kinda deserved that one.

He grits his teeth and almost punches you. You step to the side with a smile. "Any more hits, and we'll have an escape route~!"

The lance leaves.

-⧖-

You yawn.

"When is tea time?"

"Three..." You count. "Two..."

"One." Windsom appears in the cell.

"Tea time!"

"Here's the biscuits." He hands Sylvie to Arthur, and Fifi sits on your shoulder. "And an extra."

He breaks the chain around your hand, and you giggle to yourself.

"Lovely!"

You place your hand over Arthur's chain, and just as you're about to break it, Lance Bairon appears.

"Who are you. How did you get in here?"

"I asked how you got in here," Bairon growls. "Are you with the other intruder?"

"Oh, no! Our Lance! It's brokeN!" You place the back of your hand to your forehead and gasp dramatically, breaking Arthur's cuffs while you were at it. "Dude, he's growling like he's in a lemon in a Wattpad fanfiction or something, damn." 

Arthur has no idea what you're talking about. Scratch that. He does somehow.

He is currently reduced to a laughing mess on the floor next to you.

"A WATTpAD fANfICTiON," He gasps for air. "Y/N hOW-"

"It seems he has finished taking care of things," Windsom smiles, unbothered by the two teens rolling from laughter next to him. "Yes."

"Then an explanation is no longer necessary." Bairon raises his fist to punch Windsom.

"Hard pass, bestie," You look over Windsom's shoulder. "You're going to regret that one."

He punches, and Windsom catches it in his hand as if it were a ball.

"OOH!! LEMME SEE!" You jump to look over his shoulder. 

"Have you never seen this?"

"Funny joke." You snort. "I wanted to see what it looked like in your hand. We've been over the fact that I have a hand kink-"

The three men stare at you as if you've gone insane.

"What?" 

Bairon tries punching him again, except this time, Varay shows up.

"Bairon, stand your ground." She walks in. 

"I don't understand! He's with the intruder!"

"He is a diety, not someone you can be addressing so flippantly!" Varay snaps.

"OOh, yes, go off, sis." You pull popcorn from your inventory ring.

Arthur grabs a handful. "Soap opera?"

"Soap opera." You snicker.

"D-Diety?" The lance sputters. 

"Correct. And now that you know what I am, ignorance is no longer an excuse," Windsom answers. "Bow."

You let out a wheeze as Bairon is knocked down to his knees, his head slamming into the ground.

"ARTHUR, DO YOU FEEL THIS? ARE YOU HAVING YOUR 'YOUR NAME' MOMENT" You gasp for air, using his shoulder for support.

Arthur tries to hold his laugh in, but he gives into cackling with you.

"Am I? Am I having a main character moment?" Arthur laughs.

The two of you follow Varay and Windsom to the room, and you blink at  Aldir.

"Get that god-awful spell off of your eyes."

"OI, I LIKE THIS COLOR!!" You complain, but you still revert your eyes to the galaxy. "Better?"

Aldir smiles.

"Old ass man," You grumble. "Oh, what happened to the dwarves?"

"Traitors." Aldir brushes the dirt off his hands. "Oh, fun fact."

He stares into your eyes, and he mouths the words.

"NO!! THAT'S DISGUSTING!" You gasp, disgusted. "YOU POOR THING!"

"I also have their bonds under my control now."

"Oh, well I guess that one's a redeeming factor of some sort."

"E-excuse me," King Aluduin speaks up. "Can we have some context? Y/n, why are you able to talk to someone like that so casually?"

"Uh... I'm..." You sweat and avert your eyes.

"Y/n L/n is from the same place as us." Windsom speaks up. "Y/n L/n is not human or anything else of that matter. Y/n L/n is direct descent of people we would call 'dieties'"