Roger and Alfons have never met someone with a curse like yours. In fact, they’ve never met someone outside of Crown with a curse at all. They only heard of you from Victor who sent them both on a mission to bring you back to headquarters. They just didn’t know you were so beautiful.

A few minutes ago they heard a voice coming from the port; it was you, singing in the middle of the night. Your song drew them in and caught them in a trance which only ended when you stopped singing.

Alfons smirks, stepping in front of Roger before he can make a move, “What a songstress you are! Care for a drink?”

Roger places a firm hand on Alfons’ shoulder, his grip tightens. “Ignore Al, he’s tipsy.” He takes a step out in front of Alfons. “It’s rather dark at night, do you need company finding your way home?”

Maybe it’s the effect of your curse or you’re just that breathtakingly beautiful but Alfons and Roger aren’t going to be completing their mission tonight.