A/N: I would like to sincerely apologize for the lack of updates on my stories. I just haven't been inspired lately, except by the one story I'm really looking forward to writing. I promise to make it really good to make up for the austerity of my posts. I hope you enjoy this chapter, despite the fact it's "fun-sized". Have a nice day everyone!
Bedtime Stories
"This is awesome," Gilbert gaped at the awesome room he was going to be staying in… while he was suppose to catch the thief who stole King Charles's prized ring…
Reality hit the albino like a rock.
"I am an idiot," He moaned bitterly and slumped back into silky sheets spun from expensive fabric of Peru, but Gilbert didn't have time to contemplate the cloth.
"I have three days to catch a thief… a thief who is desperate and cunning enough to steal from a king! No doubt if he can do that then certainly he is capable of murder! I'll be killed for sure," Gilbert mentally slapped himself.
This wasn't Gilbert's first instance of momentary lapsed of judgment. There had been the time Gilbert called the local tavern owner's daughter a bunter after she had refused him a "roll in the hay" and got his ass kicked. Or the time when he had gloated to lumberjack about being able to lift 100 pounds worth of lumber and having to prove his claim in front of the whole town… let's just say Gilbert's arms were sore for 8 months afterward.
The idiot had a reputation of being a loud-mouth to say the least. Gilbert didn't mean to sound like a narcissist all the time, but it was just his nature. The boy was constantly being taunted by the villagers and whenever someone made a snide remark he just got a sudden urge to prove them wrong. It was an uncontrollable quirk that the white-haired whelp despised.
Gilbert was suddenly brought from his self-chastising by a sequence of deafening crashes from next door. The smart-aleck pressed his ear to the cold cobblestone wall and listened intently to a ruthless conversation on the other side.
"I know of a way you can help me, Toris," A poised feminine voice murmured, "You must take the ring to the huntsman and the chef downstairs, but be careful. I don't want you found with the ring in your possession and possibly slain for pilfering."
"S-slain?" A cowardly voice of a man stammered, but was quickly shushed.
"Calm down! I don't need you ruining this with your disruptive fretting. Now, go to the huntsman and the chef. They will take the ring and hide it until the three days are up. We must not let that idiot become king, do you understand?"
The cowardly man gulped, "Yes, my lady, I will not disappoint you."
"I'm placing my fate in your hands, Toris. Now, go before my father comes to check on me."
The conservation ended with loud shuffling and the slamming of doors.
Gilbert pulled back from the wall and breathed out in anger, "The Princess wants to prevent the marriage? Well, she has another thing coming."
And with that the idiot crawled into bed with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face.
