Cheers to the second chapter of this critically acclaimed series!
Pewdiepie walked down the lonely street. He and Lady Marzia had had a rather nasty fight earlier and he just wanted to get some air. As Lord Pewdie walked by the Queen Minx's castle, he noticed something odd. A shadow moving past a lit up window. And it wasn't the shadow of Minx, he knew that, it was too masculine. He then decided to investigate. Pewds walked past the body guards nonchalantly, for he's welcomed into the castle any day for being one of Minx's best friends, and into the large castle doors. As he stalked down a hallway, talking became louder and louder. Finally he found the room in which it came from. The Lord of gaming put his ear to the mahogany door.
"So, dear, what do you think about my proposal?"
"I think you're psychotic!"
Did Lord Pewdiepie hear right? Is this conversation between Minx and Cry? He continued to listen, feeling only a tad guilty about eavesdropping.
"Hahaha! Don't be so naϊve! I'll take power of this kingdom no matter what you say! I'm just being polite in asking!" Cry chuckled.
"Are you really that stupid to think you have that much power? Even under your...circumstances!" Minx growled.
"Now now now, are we forgetting the fact that I am a mage? The most powerful in this land, I might add!"
"No, I didn't forget your abilities!" Minx half pouted half yelled.
"And did you also forget what I could do to you if you refuse?" Cryaotic purred in his famous story-telling voice.
"Get off, she grunted," I haven't forgotten what you did Cry. I still have the scar."
Pewdie could hear her sniffling back tears. He'd never heard or seen Queen Minx cry before and, frankly, it scared him.
"Shh, sh sh shh, it's okay friend, I won't hurt you again. Not unless you plan to rebel," he said sickeningly sweet.
"No. I don't. I accept your proposal Ryan."
"Glad to know we're on a real name basis, Michelle."
The perplexed Swede heard the feint sound of a poof and knew Cry had left, so he decided it was his time to leave. He walked back down the corridor as quietly as possible. Suddenly, while rounding a corner, he bumped into someone. He yelped and studied the man holding the lantern. The man had almost black hair, tan skin, glasses and the Queen's guard uniform on. It was his good friend Mark!
"Felix! What're you-" Pewds quickly covered his mouth.
"Shhh! I'm not supposed to be here," he whispered.
He took back his hand, "Then why are you here?" Mark pondered.
"I saw something suspicious and decided to investigate. Point is, Minx is in trouble."
"What kind of trouble?"
"BIG trouble."
Another cliffy? Have I gone mad? Probably not. Hope you enjoyed!