A rush of wind came in through the open window, chilling Celine to the bone. She had traded her walking garb for an nightgown, and it seemed like every nerve in her body was exposed as the air grew colder in the late evening. She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her with annoyance. She used to defeat beasts that EXHALED ice, and now she can't even handle a little wind without bundling up. A pampered little palace bitch is all that she is now.
It's not that bad though, she thought to herself as she shut the window. I'm with the man I love and I have everything I'd ever need/want. I so much as snap my fingers, they'd add a 4th meal to the day just so I wouldn't feel awkward for ordering a late night snack. I also get to learn neat little techniques that can save my life. Like that brat from the streets today, magic wouldn't have been quick enough there.
She walked over to the desk and picked up the object she'd confiscated from the little rodent. It was about a foot long, purple in color. There was a handle that comprised most of the length, and at the end there was a connecting container filled with an unkknown...something. Other then just a blunt object, she couldn't understand why the little brat just wouldn't have just used a knife. It would've been easier, and probobly would've been effective.
That's all something to talk to "Bitch" about tomorrow. For now, sleep time. She crawled into the king-sized bed, next to-...come to think of it, where is Chris? He hasn't been in the castle all day long. I wonder if something's up. Damn it, now I can't sleep!, she thought to herself, getting up. She dressed in an evening robe and walked down the steps, farther and farther down, until she reached the prison cells.
A-7. New prisoner, unknown name. Considered violent.
Inside, the mystery youth lay motionless on the floor, sleeping. The guard had told Celine that the prisoner has screamed for what seemed like hours and ran around the room like a trapped wasp. She hadn't even eaten yet, whatever they tried to feed her she threw back at them. Only a few minutes earlier had she collapsed in exhaustion.
Celine decided that for the prisoner's, the guard's and her own sake, she wouldn't wake up the hyperactive she-beast. She slowly walked back up the steps back to her room, laid down in the bed and fell asleep. Hopefully, Chris will be back soon...
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A few people walked in through the door. Some had broken bones, some had minor concussions, yet others had an infinate range of "ailments." Rena watched them come and Rena watched them exit. Why couldn't they fix Claude in the same short time?
Her heal hadn't been effective...nothing was damaged except his head. It seemed more like he was in a coma, yet by all of these doctors descriptions, he was little more then asleep. He breathed normally, but still his eyelids fluttered. He was still awake. Unmoving.
For hours she sat next to Claude, pleading him to get up.
"Claude...Claude...Claude..."
Her eyes flickered with learned anger.
"So what, now?! You just sleep forever!? Leaving me here alone?"
Silence was her answer, the unconcious Claude laying limp on the bed.
"Why didn't you just propose to me? Why couldn't we have lived happily ever after like all those all stories?"
Silence. Her learned anger turned to natural sadness and she collapsed onto the bed, sobbing.
"Claude..."
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"Rena, I'm here..."
"I can't move! Rena! I'm here!"
"Marry me, Rena! Please, be my bride!!"
"Let's move back to Arlia, raise a family,
be so happy together! Rena! Reeenna!!!"
"RENNNNNAAAA!!"
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It's not that bad though, she thought to herself as she shut the window. I'm with the man I love and I have everything I'd ever need/want. I so much as snap my fingers, they'd add a 4th meal to the day just so I wouldn't feel awkward for ordering a late night snack. I also get to learn neat little techniques that can save my life. Like that brat from the streets today, magic wouldn't have been quick enough there.
She walked over to the desk and picked up the object she'd confiscated from the little rodent. It was about a foot long, purple in color. There was a handle that comprised most of the length, and at the end there was a connecting container filled with an unkknown...something. Other then just a blunt object, she couldn't understand why the little brat just wouldn't have just used a knife. It would've been easier, and probobly would've been effective.
That's all something to talk to "Bitch" about tomorrow. For now, sleep time. She crawled into the king-sized bed, next to-...come to think of it, where is Chris? He hasn't been in the castle all day long. I wonder if something's up. Damn it, now I can't sleep!, she thought to herself, getting up. She dressed in an evening robe and walked down the steps, farther and farther down, until she reached the prison cells.
A-7. New prisoner, unknown name. Considered violent.
Inside, the mystery youth lay motionless on the floor, sleeping. The guard had told Celine that the prisoner has screamed for what seemed like hours and ran around the room like a trapped wasp. She hadn't even eaten yet, whatever they tried to feed her she threw back at them. Only a few minutes earlier had she collapsed in exhaustion.
Celine decided that for the prisoner's, the guard's and her own sake, she wouldn't wake up the hyperactive she-beast. She slowly walked back up the steps back to her room, laid down in the bed and fell asleep. Hopefully, Chris will be back soon...
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A few people walked in through the door. Some had broken bones, some had minor concussions, yet others had an infinate range of "ailments." Rena watched them come and Rena watched them exit. Why couldn't they fix Claude in the same short time?
Her heal hadn't been effective...nothing was damaged except his head. It seemed more like he was in a coma, yet by all of these doctors descriptions, he was little more then asleep. He breathed normally, but still his eyelids fluttered. He was still awake. Unmoving.
For hours she sat next to Claude, pleading him to get up.
"Claude...Claude...Claude..."
Her eyes flickered with learned anger.
"So what, now?! You just sleep forever!? Leaving me here alone?"
Silence was her answer, the unconcious Claude laying limp on the bed.
"Why didn't you just propose to me? Why couldn't we have lived happily ever after like all those all stories?"
Silence. Her learned anger turned to natural sadness and she collapsed onto the bed, sobbing.
"Claude..."
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"Rena, I'm here..."
"I can't move! Rena! I'm here!"
"Marry me, Rena! Please, be my bride!!"
"Let's move back to Arlia, raise a family,
be so happy together! Rena! Reeenna!!!"
"RENNNNNAAAA!!"
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