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Unovan Rose Act 31
🕑 Added 2023-04-02 20:57:13 +0000 UTCZekrom didn’t know how to feel here. On one claw, they had managed to get their hands on the prize. On the other claw, it was almost as if they had gotten played here and that his sister and Kyruem were laughing at him for being such an idiot.
“What do you mean that I need to wait until Rose has finished with her rehearsal? I wish to see my girlfriend!” Zekrom announced, just about ready to stomp up and down for good measure. That should get his point across, right?
*We understand your desire to see our lady, but she needs time to practice for the upcoming season. When the rehearsal is over, she will return. Okay?* Dragonite explained, only to be met with a snarl from the prince. Rolling their eyes, they held in a snide comment that echoed across their mind. No, the manor needed to hold strong. Even in the face of what this entitled brat of a legendary thought.
“That is not good enough! I want her now!” Zekrom announced and Dragonite rolled their eyes. Turning to Haxorus and Goodra, a sigh escaped their companion’s lips. Looking around Rose’s room, a tiara came into focus. Making their way over, care is taken to pull it off the head it had been placed on. Thankfully a prop and not an actual head, it didn’t change the prettiness of the tiara. Made from real silver and encrusted with gems that were close enough to those that one might expect in a proper tiara, it looked a touch too big for Rose’s hand. But, it did look to be big enough for Zekrom’s head.
*If you wear this tiara that Dragonite just grabbed, then Rose will come back sooner, okay?” Haxorus announced and Dragonite brought the crown over. Watching Zekrom nod, they reach up and set the tiara on the prince’s head. Fitting perfectly, it was as if it had been made for Zekrom.
“Do I look better now?” Zekrom announced and was met with nods from his companions. While he didn’t particularly feel that much better, he had clearly made them happier. Shut them up too. An added bonus in the face of this nonsensical farce he found himself in. Perhaps once Rose got back, she would devote her time to him. Yes, that was for the be-
Zekrom’s thought was cut off by the sound of someone knocking on the door. That had to be Miss Rose… right?
“Come in!” Zekrom announced and shifted his neck ever so slightly. Wouldn’t want Rose to think that he was slouching for any reason. As a prince, it paid to have proper posture - no matter the situation.
"Hello there, Prince Zekrom." a voice called out as the door opened. Belle stepped through. Dressed in her usual maid attire, she held a chuckle. "Rose asked me to check on you. It'll likely be another ho-"
Zekrom charged up with lightning, bringing a swift end to any confirmation of being okay. How dare that actress blow him off like that. When he got his claws on her, she was going to pay.
At least, that was what Zekrom intended to do had he not been returned to his love ball by Haxorus. Handing it over to the maid, Belle accepted the gift.
"I trust that you three are okay?" Belle continued and was met with three nods. Spinning around, she cradled the love ball close to her chest. Exiting Rose’s room and closing the door behind her, the walk down the hallway is relatively serene.
"Let me out at once!" Zekrom announced, his words falling on Belle's deaf ears. While she understood a tiny bit why the deep black pokemon was mad, that didn’t change the fact that he was being an asshole. Especially while in the middle of the Troupe’s rehearsals. Thankfully, this was a behavior that could be fixed in a variety of fashions. Some that were easier than others.
Belle shoved that thought away as she stopped at a door. Knocking once, she stepped through. Compared to the hallway, a large mock stage of sorts had been set up with theater seating leading down to it. At the moment, Rose was the only one on stage. Dressed in gorgeous blue crinoline, the other troupe member’s eyes were drawn to her. What looked to be elbow-length opera gloves done up in a darker shade of blue to the dress. The sound of what one could only assume to be heels danced across the hardwoods, bringing with it locks of pink hair done up in a style befitting that of a princess, she looked gorgeous.
“Oh dear. Is someone in time out?” Rose called out and Belle nodded. Heading to the edge of the stage, she accepted the love ball. “If you want to see me perform Zekrom dear, you need to behave. Okay?”
The love ball twitched, the message very reluctantly accepted.
