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The Runaway Queen
Vampires, fey folk, werewolves, Shadowhunters, and demons - these things made sense to Magnus. But the mundane world - it seemed to have no pattern, no form. Their quicksilver politics. Their short lives...
Magnus was on a train to Paris, but he kept getting distracted in his own mind.
Finally the train stopped, and Magnus departed grabbing his tiny suitcase. Paris was beautiful, the fashion fascinating.
That's why Magnus liked Paris because In Paris one could have the eyes of a cat (as he did) and tell people it was a trick of fashion.
Magnus walked through Paris trying to find suitable enough sleeping quarters for himself. Paris was beautiful. Oh, the universe had outdone herself. The universe would be sent flowers.
It was some years after he was banned from Peru, but he still felt the urge to have a pet Monkey, for It really was getting difficult to be wonderful. And Magnus thought having a Monkey would do the trick.
Magnus had always loved coincidences, they were like gifts sent by an Angel. He smiled as he saw a Monkey walk across the street. He caught up to the monkey and it stopped to look at him.
"Hello," Magnus said to the monkey. The monkey did not reply. "I shall call you Ragnor."
How generous the universe could be, when he wanted to be! He took the monkeys hand and walked to his sleeping quarters. He was given a key and he walked up to his room with Ragnor the Monkey.
Once he was inside Magnus found a Butler. His name was Claude. They were discussing Ragnor the Monkey.
"Oh! I almost forgot. I'll need you to get a leash for my monkey, Claude, and also a hat."
"Of course, monsieur"
"Do you think he needs a little coat as well?"
"Perhaps not in this weather, monsieur."
"You are right," Magnus said with a sight. "Make it a simple dressing gown, just like mine."
"Which one, monsieur?"
"The one in rose and silver."
"Excellent choice, monsieur."
"Thank you Claude, ill pay later."
"Are you, monsieur, a man of your word?"
"It really depends upon the word," Magnus said. "There are so many wonderful words..."
Claude had left and Magnus had received the clothing for Ragnor the Monkey that same day.
One e Magnus had finished dressing Ragnor, Claude had brought up a letter. It was from the Vampires inviting him to a party.
He sighed, One did not turn down an invitation from Saint Cloud. At least, one didn't if one wanted to continue living contentedly in Paris. Vampires took offense so easily - and Parisian vampires were the worst of all.
So he dressed immediately and left taking Ragnor the Monkey with him.
When he stepped outside It was a bit warm. Still. If one could look this fabulous, one had an obligation to. One should wear everything, or one should wear nothing at all.
Magnus thought Ragnor needed the walk so they walked the couple of streets to the party. The most peculiar thing was that the party was at the Queens sleeping chambers.
Magnus did not want to know what the vampires had done to have a party there.
He went got to the door man and he was speaking Swedish. Magnus had tried to learn seductive phrases in all languages, but the only Swedish he had ever really needed was, "Do you serve anything aside from pickled fish?" and "If you wrap me in furs, I can pretend to be your little fuzzy bear."
But he didn't think any of that would help him in this situation. When he was at the door the Swedish man gave him a pile of pamphlets and pushed him through the door.
After he had read all the pamphlets he needed a quite room for Ragnor and himself. The pamphlets were about the Queen. There was no way possible [the queen] could have done all of the things the pamphleteers claimed. The crimes were too gross, too immoral and far too physically challenging. Magnus himself had never attempted half of them.
Finally he found a room, but when he entered he saw the strangest thing.
"Someday," Magnus said, looking at the crumpled royal person at his feet, "I must write my memoirs."
Magnus felt the obligation to save this helpless Queen. But It had been a whim, and there was nothing Magnus attached more importance to than a whim.
He looked out the window to see if there was a way out. There wasn't.
Magnus quickly grabbed the Queen and Ragnor and portaled himself to the rooftop. He had to hurry.
What could take them away? Ahh! That hot air balloon in the air. He portaled himself, the Queen and Ragnor the Monkey into it and portaled the other people onto the ground.
"When one steals a flying balloon and animates it to fly over Paris, one should, ideally, have some idea how said balloon normally works.
Stealing the Queen. Ha! What an idea.
It was a very bad idea. It was a terrible idea. It was the worst idea he had ever heard. It was irresistible.
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