Of Banquets and Ladies
Word Count: 200
"What is the meaning of this, Gejutel?" the Lord asked sullenly. Displeasure was rolling off of him in thick waves.
"Raizel-nim regrets to inform you that he cannot attend tonight's banquet. Frankenstein is attending in his stead, my Lord," Gejutel replied with a sour expression.
"I had hoped to introduce Cadis Etrama di Razel to some of the flowers residing in the palace. He could certainly benefit from female company," the Lord complained petulantly.
"It appears that Frankenstein is substituting for his master perfectly well on that account as well," Gejutel remarked in disdain as both nobles watched with irritation the blond human being surrounded by females. They all wore identical looks of adoration as the man indulged in idle conversation with them.
"I shall not let this peacock corrupt any more women!" the Lord announced with absolute confidence as he approached the human in measured steps.
"What are you plannin-" Gejuted began to ask, but was stunned into silence by the scene which unfolded before his very eyes next.
Well, I have certainly seen all there is to see now… The white haired noble sighed audibly as he watched the Lord drag a reluctant Frankenstein on the dance floor.
Of Secrets and Joy
Word Count: 100
"Congratulations on the birth of your son. The Kertia clan is secretive, but you could at least inform us of the birth of your first born son, Ragar," the Lord chastised the masked noble good-naturedly.
"Please forgive my terrible rudeness, Lord! I did not mean any disrespect; I simply did not deem it an important enough matter for discussion whilst in your esteemed presence," the Kertia clan leader apologized profusely.
"A child is always a source of immense joy for a parent, Ragar. My cute little Raskreia began dancing lessons. I swear she is a natural and blah blah blah…."
Of Gardens and Disorder
Word Count: 100
"Master, I wish to discuss an important matter," Frankenstein began with a serious tone.
"Speak your mind, Frankenstein," the Noblesse replied in his usual dispassionate manner.
"This disorder must come to an end soon – I cannot take it any longer. The garden is a mess, the flowers look pitiful, everything is in disarray. All because of this!" Frankenstein pointed outside towards a small girl. She was trying to hide behind an ornate statue in the garden without much success.
"Three, two, one! Here I come, my cute angel!" the Lord's ecstatic voice bellowed happily.
"Hide and Seek must be prohibited."