Princess Elena stood still, observing her surroundings as Ramel moved around her. The environment was eerily silent, with everyone still frozen in place. Ramel's voice broke the silence, "Well, I think I will have to join the party."
Elena's response was swift and firm, "No, you wouldn't." Ramel chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Besides, the party is meant for people to eat, have fun...anybody can come to the party, right?" His tone was casual, but Elena's gaze remained wary, her expression unreadable.
Elena's eyes locked onto Ramel's, her voice firm but laced with a hint of fear. "No, I can't have you come there and ruin what is meant to be a fun day." Ramel's expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You can't tell me what to do. You can't question me."
As he spoke, Elena felt a strange sensation wash over her. She tried to step back, but her body seemed to move of its own accord. Before she knew it, she and Ramel were walking through the door, entering the party together.
The room was filled with people, but to Elena's surprise, no one seemed to notice Ramel. He stood out with his unusual silky waist-length hair, piercing eyebrows, and dark coat, yet everyone seemed to be ignoring him.
Elena's mind reeled as she tried to process what was happening. Ramel leaned in, his voice low and mysterious. "In the eyes of people, I look like a normal person. Everything about me is normal...to them.you are the only ones who can see how I truly am, but every other person sees me as a normal person."
Elena's eyes widened in shock, and Ramel's cold smile sent shivers down her spine. Just then, Elena's mother called out to her, and Elena's heart sank. How could she explain Ramel's presence? Her mother's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on Ramel. "Oh, who's this gentleman?" Elena panicked, unsure of how to respond.
Ramel stepped forward, a charming smile spreading across his face. "Nice to meet you, Your Majesty," he said, extending his hand for a handshake. Queen Sophia's eyes narrowed slightly, interpreting the gesture as a sign of disrespect. However, she chose to overlook it, attributing it to Ramel's possible ignorance of royal protocol.
As Queen Sophia reached out to shake Ramel's hand, Elena's voice pierced the air. "Don't shake him!" she screamed, her eyes wide with alarm. The people nearby turned to look, their faces filled with curiosity and concern.
Ramel's smile never wavered,but his eyes seemed to gleam with amusement,he knew he was manipulating the Queen. Queen Sophia's hand hesitated in mid-air, her gaze darting to Elena. "What's wrong, Elena?" she asked, her voice firm but laced with concern.
Elena's face was pale, her eyes fixed on Ramel. "You don't understand, Mother," she whispered, her voice trembling.she didn't know when she blurted out"He's...he's not what he seems." The room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on Ramel.
Ramel's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I think I'm exactly what I seem," he said, his voice low and smooth. "A humble guest, honored to meet Your Majesty."
Queen Sophia's gaze narrowed, her eyes searching for any sign of deception. "Elena, what's going on here?" she asked, her voice firm but concerned.
Elena took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Mother, I...I don't know how to explain. But please, you have to trust me."
Ramel chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Elina's spine. "Oh, I think I'm harmless," he said, his eyes never leaving Queen Sophia's face. "Your Majesty, I assure you, I mean no harm."
The room remained silent, the tension palpable. Queen Sophia's gaze darted between Elena and Ramel, her expression unreadable.
The king approached " who are you young man?"
" Nice to meet you" ramel greeted.stretching his hand for a shake.
The king's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger at Ramel's bold gesture. But before he could react, a strange sensation seemed to wash over him, and his expression changed. A smile spread across his face, and he extended his hand, shaking Ramel's.
Elena's eyes widened in horror as she watched the scene unfold. She knew that Ramel was manipulating her father, just as he had manipulated her mother. She felt a surge of fear and anger, and she screamed, "What do you want? Stop doing this!"
Ramel's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. He seemed to be enjoying the chaos he was causing. Elena's voice cracked as she begged, "Please, don't do this."
The king and queen, still under Ramel's influence, smiled and nodded, their eyes glassy and unfocused. The guests watched in confusion, unsure of what was happening. Elena felt a sense of desperation wash over her. She knew she had to do something to stop Ramel, but she didn't know what.
Ramel's smile grew wider as he gazed at Elena, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "Your plea is...amusing," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "But it won't save you."
With a flick of his wrist, the music and laughter in the hall seemed to falter, as if the very atmosphere had grown colder. Everyone frozed in place except from elena.
As Ramel walked around, his hand clasped behind his back, he spoke with venomous intent, his words dripping with malice. "There are still some things I plan to do," he said, his voice low and menacing. "There are still some fears I plan to plant, some sickness I plan to cause, and some death I plan to bring. I have plans to kill many, to do so many things that people wouldn't dare to imagine, let alone discover the cause of it."
Elena's eyes widened in horror as she listened to Ramel's twisted plans. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice shaking with fear.
Ramel stopped in his tracks, his back still turned to Elena. "I would only take all this to consideration," he said, his voice dripping with condescension, "if you can be my servant in my own kingdom." He paused.
Elena's eyes were wide with shock and terror, her mind reeling with the implications of Ramel's words.