Draft [Blood Legacies]

A draft already translated, about your choices regarding the sword if it’s with Cecilia and Caio up to Hayden.

*if choice_plan ="naofazernada"
"How moving, seriously, I admire your enormous bravery…" Hayden sighs, turning to face you all, and crosses ${h_his} arms. "Not that I mind being naked, but could you guys leave? I’m sorry to say I don’t want little Caio here fainting from excitement—" Caio scowls.

"I'm taller."

"Or have Cel kick my ass for it, and my ass is too pretty to be kicked by her, so please, excuse me?" Hayden gestures to the exit.
Cecilia narrows her eyes at Hayden but takes Caio’s arm and pulls him out of the room. Before leaving, she shoots ${h_him} an icy glare that could rival your father’s, and her serious tone leaves no room for doubt about her disapproval. "You should be worried about your ears by the end of the day. The king is not happy with you at all."
*goto choiceA

*if choice_plan ="espadadevolvida"
"I understand. I mean, seriously. I’ll probably look way better with the sword than the duke does, because, you know, I’ve got my own glow, if you catch my meaning." Hayden dares to wink. "And the duke… well, your father’s grumpy face deserves a painting sometimes, really. Especially when he sees my father. It’s that face of—"

"I’m starting to reconsider giving you this sword," you say, cutting him off abruptly.

Cecilia sighs and rubs her forehead, while Hayden only smiles. "Please, let’s just focus on what we need to do, yes?" Cecilia says, looking at you. "${name}, if anything, you talk to me, or Caio. We’ll find another way to get the sword if you think yours doesn’t work. Alright? He and I need to go, we have to prepare, but we’ll meet you at the ball."

"And I need to change, so, please?" Hayden gestures toward the door. "Not that I mind, but I think poor Caio might faint at seeing me naked, or have a heart attack, and I don’t want to be skinned alive by you, dear Cel." Cecilia huffs, then grabs Caio’s arm.

"Funny."

"Too much, darling. Too much." Hayden answers, waving his hand with a smile.

You take a deep breath and rub your forehead. Cecilia just pulls Caio out of the room, closing the doors right after. Though the guards had cast quick glances inside. Whether it was concern or curiosity, you weren’t sure, maybe both.

*goto choiceA

N/I still have a few things to fix, as you might notice—like the pronoun coding, which is pretty common. But here’s a little taste of the update directly.