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Memories
Of course, when I first met our lord, I hated him,
I still do hate him.
I will probably always hate him;
I hate the fact that I have to fight with him for your attention.
Please tell me that you can see them?
Everyone's look of interest when you glide into the meeting hall,
gods above, they practically devour you when they look upon you.
I should expect that though shouldn't I?
But I truly hate it.
Then, I think that at least I'm the only one to serve you,
I smirk when I think that and everyone can see.
Some growl, other's glare, and that foolish lord does both;
it makes me want to cackle in delight and my smirk merely widens.
You glance at me with a question in your eyes
and I feel my chest swell with pride.
How can I not,
you don't glance at them with unspoken questions.
I merely whisper inaudibly and ask you not to worry,
and you respond with a small smile, barely a twitching of the lips,
but a smile nonetheless.
Unfortunately, everyone sees it and the hall quickly becomes devoid of noise.
I glare at our fool of a lord as he smirks and rises from his throne,
his long blond hair trailing after him slowly as he descends the steps.
Unfortunately, he decides to stop three steps from us.
My shoulders slump unnoticeably and as you pass me to step up to our lord,
you brush your hand gently along my shoulder.
How foolish I was back when I had just come to serve you,
but even as I think of how foolish I was and if I might have embarrassed you,
you never brought it up and I will be eternally grateful to you,
that damn lord of ours is another story however.
I swear if I hear once more about the time I punched 'our' Lord when he tried to touch you,
I will most likely explode into an unstoppable rage.