I'm sorry! I keep meaning to post but I get distracted.
Fang sighed, "Honestly Ig, you are a Lord. What would your Mum say if she heard your coarse language?"
Iggy looked at his companion incredulously "Oh, I beg your pardon Sir," his tone was serious, but humor dripped form his words. "You know as well as I that my mother could not pry herself away from her new husband long enough to care about my vernacular."
Fang could not deny this, but in attempts to keep his friend in good humor he spoke, "to what do I owe this annoyance?" Harsh words aside, Fang's eyes twinkled with amusement.
A shadow crossed Iggy's pale face, "there has been an assassination."
Fang frowned; this had been happening quite a lot since the royal couple had announced their engagement. "Who was killed?"
Iggy measured Fang's expression for a moment before saying, "your fiancé."
~!~
Max's eyes drooped as her full stomach put her in a daze. Angel, who had moved her chair so that she sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Max, was still practically oozing excitement.
Angel took Max by the hand and led her out of the dinning hall and into an unfamiliar wing of the castle. The servants' wing? Max was too tired to realize that the hallway furnishings were too extravagant to be in a servant's wing. "You'll tuck me into bed, wont you Hazel?" Angel's words stunned Max into a hazy reality.
"Hmm?" Max processed her words for a moment, "sure, Angel. Why not?"
The young girl beamed. Leading Max (A/N let me give you a bit of advice. SAVE YOUR WORK ALL THE TIME! I had seven pages typed and my PC shut down for updates. Now this was the last time I saved, do you feel my pain? This is why I didn't update a few days ago as I had intended. So it is actually not my fault! Grrrr…. I am extremely irritated at the moment. So I will try to rewrite it as best I can but I don't remember everything. Grr.) down a long hallway adorned in the nations colors of Scarlet and Gold (*cough cough* get it? *cough cough*) Angel pulled Max into a room on the far end of the hallway. Angel tugged Max over to the four-poster that lay in the center of the east wall. Parallel to a matching armwar and tall mirror that reflected the two girls as Max tried to wrestle a squirming Angel into the pink and lavender masses that Max assumed were blankets.
Angel, however showed no sign of fatigue, while Max was practically unconscious as she mechanically pulled the blankets up to Angel's neck, tucking them neatly under her small form.
"Hazel," Angel grabbed the sleeve of her gown as she turned to leave, "won't you tell me a story?"
Max almost refused, but Angel looked at her with a face resembling that of a wounded animal. Her eyes glistened, and Max—for fear that the girl would cry—sat on the edge of the bed and leaned against one of the posts. "Oh, all right. Once upon a time,
"There lived a beautiful young girl," Max reached out and poke Angel's nose with her finger, "she was beloved by many, but none loved her so much as her brother. Her brother was a handsome man, who stole many a young girl's heart. He was often asked for his hand in marriage. But he declined every time saying, 'I am terribly sorry, but I can love no woman more than I love my sister.'
"He spoke the truth you see, because he felt as if he was more than the young girl's brother. Their parents, you see, were royalty, so they were often away from home, leaving behind their two loving devoted children.
"Do not misunderstand; they did not spend such a great deal of time away because they disliked their children, quite the opposite in fact. You see, the King and Queen were quite fond of their children, but they knew that it would be selfish of them to ignore their duties to be with their beloved children. So they left, each lunar cycle they would come home on the third moon and leave once more on the fourth.
"But do not pity the strange family, for that day they spent together every lunar cycle was one filled with merriment and elation. And the next night, without fail, the two children would see their parents off with a smile and wave until they could no longer see the horses.
"Then one day, she the two eagerly awaited their parent's return, they where greeted by a messenger who brought a message from their father. They were to come with the messenger at once to visit their mother. Who had fallen rather ill. Their father had hoped that the sight of her children might make her strong enough for treatment.
"Whether or not that would have worked would never be known, you see. By the time the siblings had arrived at their mother's sickbed, it was already too late. She was covered by a white sheet that hid even her face from the devastated two.
"Their father tried to keep them in order, he did things just as he did when he was with mother, this did not please the brother, he thought it an insult to his mother's memory. The girl tried to do as her father did, hiding her sorrows in the work of a daily routine. This upset the brother more, so much so that he began to disappear for days at a time.
"His once bright and shining eyes became dull and sunken. The smell that the small girl had always known, coffee and peppermint, was replaced with a stench of stale tabaco and old whisky.
"One day, while the brother had been out for over a day, several burly men came to their door. They didn't knock. They kicked down the door and demanded money. The spoke of the debt that the brother owed them. The king as home at the time and knew that the only money was in the treasury, and that belonged to the people. When he didn't give them the gold they asked, they—" Max's voice cut off in a sob. She didn't know when she stopped making the story up. Another sob racked its way up her spine.
Angel was asleep, Max hoped she drifted while she was talking of the happy times the family had. Tears brewed in her eyes, but none were shed. Max exited the room, wondering aimlessly through the halls until she passed a door that held itself ajar.
Max knocked on the wood of the door, to warn any occupants of her entry. "Dare I ask who you be?"
The voice startled the girl and she stumbled back a bit, "Excuse me? Who's there?" Max winced at the sound of her own voice, rough and husky from crying.
A hand lazily razed itself over the back of a couch in the middle of the room. It was facing the hearth, so Max couldn't see the occupant. "My name is James, and yours?"
"I am Hazel," Max lied easily, her voice still raw. "I'm afraid I can't find my way to the room I'm supposed to be in. can you direct me?"
James furrowed his brow for a moment before the most ridicules look crossed his face. "Yes, yes, the room is down the hall, seven doors on your right."
Max thanked him and walked blindly to the room, not bothering to look where she was going, she flung herself with perfect aim onto bed, fatigue washed over her and she was asleep at once.
~!~
James' Point of View
The girl with the husky voice left. James was curious as to why his friend had suddenly taken an interest. When he had offered before, Fang had declined in a less than polite manner. But for him to suddenly hire a trollop, well, that is something.
That two faced son of a jackal. (Anyone know what that's from?) He will never live thisdown James vowed. Oh the fun he will have.
Oh Iggy, you're so awkward XD so yeah, anyone who didn't get that, he thinks Max is a prostitute. So yeah, sorry for the late update, reason stated above.
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