.Still introducing kids.that's a lot of children to get through, I assure
you.
Oh well, here we have Amelia's little boys. Ah, they are just so cute ^.^
'No, no, no.' The eccentric etiquette teacher started his fussing again. 'Pip, I've told you a hundred times. You begin from the outside and work your way in. Use the outside fork.' He suddenly started snoring in a deep and peaceful sleep.
Pip grinned across the elaborate table to Alfred. Alfred was a keen and extremely talented sorcerer so a Sleep spell was defiantly in his league even though the boy was only six. Technically, Pip was older by one year, but much of time it seemed as if Alfred was.
'Hey, that was cool Al!' Pip squeaked. 'You got to teach me that one.'
'Sure.' Alfred shrugged, 'But I thought grandpa said you didn't have magical talent.'
It was true, Pip didn't. Alfred came from a strong bloodline of sorcerers. Both of his parents had been, and he was also a descendent of the one of the five grate sages of the time, Rezo The Red Priest. He was ideal in many ways and a perfect candidate for the throne. The only obstacle, Pip was still the eldest. Not that Alfred was even considering the throne at such a young and innocent age, but others in the palace were thinking to the future.
What linked them to the throne was their mother, Amelia Wil Tessa Saillune. Since her heroic death, both boys had made it one step closer. They were also named after deceased members of the royal family as it seemed to be some sort of tradition. Alfred was apparently named after one of Amelia's cousins who had died over ten years ago.
Pip had a little longer story behind his name. Called after the King Phillionel, who for a period of time everyone believed to also have passed away. This wasn't the first fear on Phil's life and it wasn't the first time he had turned up completely unharmed. But of course, they couldn't continuing naming the boy after a living relative so the name had changed to Phillip and considently often abbreviated to Pip.
Speaking of Phillionel, the newly appointed King made his entrance to the nursery room. He took one look at the sleeping teacher and filled the room with boisterous laughter. Alfred cringed. He still had his father in there.
Pip, on the other hand, leapt out of his chair and covered the distance to fling his little body around his grandfather. Phil patted him warmly on the head. Looking between to two boys he wondered yet again just how his own daughter could have been so immoral? Pip was a basted. His father was none other then Goury Gabrieve, but the boy had taken on the small and delicate figure of Amelia. Both boys had black hair and blue eyes, but Pip's hair was a mop while Alfred's had taken on the shape and style of his parents.
Now there was a great man, if Phil had ever met one. Zelgadiss Greyweres, despite his initial appearance, had been perfect for daddy's little girl. Especially after he had found his cure. But Pip had come before that when Zelgadiss hadn't allowed Amelia anywhere near him whilst still cursed as a chimera. It was amazing what one little mistake could do.
'Come on.' The King said, his voice once more booming about the room. 'I think you have had enough study for one day.'
'Yay! Victory!' Pip celebrated and making a well-known peace sign.
'No.' Phil corrected. 'Not victory. We don't use Justice when we get out of a little study time. You may still return to your lessons latter. And while you are at it, Alfred, could you be so kind as to lift that spell off poor Mr. Higgins?'
Alfred did as he was asked with an effortless snap of his fingers before following Phil and Pip down the hall where servants scurried about. He did like it here, but something in the boy wanted to see the rest of the world outside the palace walls and beyond Saillune.
I love them ^.^ They are so adorable. I don't know why I have suddenly become attached to these two. Guess because they belong to Amelia! (Whom I like and won't hear a word opposite) Alfred especially. The result of one of my favorite Slayers couplings! Ok, I'm still getting to Filia's kids..
'No, no, no.' The eccentric etiquette teacher started his fussing again. 'Pip, I've told you a hundred times. You begin from the outside and work your way in. Use the outside fork.' He suddenly started snoring in a deep and peaceful sleep.
Pip grinned across the elaborate table to Alfred. Alfred was a keen and extremely talented sorcerer so a Sleep spell was defiantly in his league even though the boy was only six. Technically, Pip was older by one year, but much of time it seemed as if Alfred was.
'Hey, that was cool Al!' Pip squeaked. 'You got to teach me that one.'
'Sure.' Alfred shrugged, 'But I thought grandpa said you didn't have magical talent.'
It was true, Pip didn't. Alfred came from a strong bloodline of sorcerers. Both of his parents had been, and he was also a descendent of the one of the five grate sages of the time, Rezo The Red Priest. He was ideal in many ways and a perfect candidate for the throne. The only obstacle, Pip was still the eldest. Not that Alfred was even considering the throne at such a young and innocent age, but others in the palace were thinking to the future.
What linked them to the throne was their mother, Amelia Wil Tessa Saillune. Since her heroic death, both boys had made it one step closer. They were also named after deceased members of the royal family as it seemed to be some sort of tradition. Alfred was apparently named after one of Amelia's cousins who had died over ten years ago.
Pip had a little longer story behind his name. Called after the King Phillionel, who for a period of time everyone believed to also have passed away. This wasn't the first fear on Phil's life and it wasn't the first time he had turned up completely unharmed. But of course, they couldn't continuing naming the boy after a living relative so the name had changed to Phillip and considently often abbreviated to Pip.
Speaking of Phillionel, the newly appointed King made his entrance to the nursery room. He took one look at the sleeping teacher and filled the room with boisterous laughter. Alfred cringed. He still had his father in there.
Pip, on the other hand, leapt out of his chair and covered the distance to fling his little body around his grandfather. Phil patted him warmly on the head. Looking between to two boys he wondered yet again just how his own daughter could have been so immoral? Pip was a basted. His father was none other then Goury Gabrieve, but the boy had taken on the small and delicate figure of Amelia. Both boys had black hair and blue eyes, but Pip's hair was a mop while Alfred's had taken on the shape and style of his parents.
Now there was a great man, if Phil had ever met one. Zelgadiss Greyweres, despite his initial appearance, had been perfect for daddy's little girl. Especially after he had found his cure. But Pip had come before that when Zelgadiss hadn't allowed Amelia anywhere near him whilst still cursed as a chimera. It was amazing what one little mistake could do.
'Come on.' The King said, his voice once more booming about the room. 'I think you have had enough study for one day.'
'Yay! Victory!' Pip celebrated and making a well-known peace sign.
'No.' Phil corrected. 'Not victory. We don't use Justice when we get out of a little study time. You may still return to your lessons latter. And while you are at it, Alfred, could you be so kind as to lift that spell off poor Mr. Higgins?'
Alfred did as he was asked with an effortless snap of his fingers before following Phil and Pip down the hall where servants scurried about. He did like it here, but something in the boy wanted to see the rest of the world outside the palace walls and beyond Saillune.
I love them ^.^ They are so adorable. I don't know why I have suddenly become attached to these two. Guess because they belong to Amelia! (Whom I like and won't hear a word opposite) Alfred especially. The result of one of my favorite Slayers couplings! Ok, I'm still getting to Filia's kids..