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The Prince.It was not in the highest room of the tallest tower the demon child was kept, but far enough away that the public eye could not pry. Except for the servants and the small guard always on duty, and the Council of five, the palace was almost always empty of visitors, and children. The adults of the palace were not interested enough in their own home to wonder it's unused rooms and as for the servants children, they were almost always put to work with their parents as soon as they were of age.
Except for the yearly visits from the strange five horned man, and the weekly visits from the quiet two horned man, and the occasionally visit from the lady they called "Madam" the boy was almost always left alone. It used to be that the quiet man and the lady would come together to fed him at least once everyday, (the rest of his meals magically appeared on the plates of his table) Now all his meals came by magic.
The first day came that the man did not show up, the boy cried. He felt this incredib
The King.The King. He did not look any different from any other demon, he wasn't overly hansom, or hideously ugly. At first look anyways, and first glances were excusable. Second glances however were never forgettable. Any person or demon could never mistake the face that framed those wonderfully gold eyes.
The Servant and the Madam did not have to wait very long at all. The Servant was almost shaking by the time they walked into the personal chambers of his King. He kept dreading someone would yell out to him and seize him and his 'luggage'. But the seize never came.
Walking into the large decorated room the Servant felt somewhat belittled. The cherry wood and gold trimming was beautiful, and very detailed. Even the tiniest carving of a blossom was carefully detailed with gold trimming. And in the center of this extravagant room was a wonderfully gold colored bed. At the foot of this bed the King sat patiently.
The Servant was surprised, the King was in full dress and looked as elegant as he d
The Servant and The Madam.The night was black, the moon had not bothered to come out, and the stars were faint, drowning in the sky. Kingdom had been quite silent that evening. It was the palace that remained awake while all the kingdom slept. And while this Servant was more then afraid of the consequences of waking the sleeping King, he did no doubt that that's were he would have to go eventually. But first instead he went to wake up his dear friend and fellow servant, at least she didn't have a full guard awaiting at the outside of her personal chambers.
"Psst. Madam, please. I must see you." The Servant knocked nervously again, the few moments that passed seemed to be hours as the Servant kept looking down at the bag he wore. The door finally opened, and a not so well slept looking fellow servant glared death in his direction.
"What, what the hell is it?" She snapped very impatiently.
"Madam I must say that language is not very becoming for a lady such as yourself." The Servant said very quickly.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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