I haven't updated in ages, have I? Ages are really ages when I haven't
updated in two years. When I can barely remember my name, age and phone
number, updating isn't something I remember easily. Luckily, or unluckily,
I actually remembered to update so, here it is!
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His hand wavers at the small of my back, my hand at his shoulder. I wish I could burn him through my fingers. Through the corner of my eye, I watch that duchess finally meet her future husband.
I depart in the middle of the dance, yawning in boredom. Why is it that Kyrian balls are so dull? Dancing endlessly, I can think of anyone who really wants to just dance. No entertainment? No bards? No good musicians? This time, Charming let me finally find the musical guest. I couldn't find anyone really good, but I must admit this quartet is better than anything previously. The duchess seems happy.
I miss Peregrine. I've been in court a week and I'm just bored. Sure, I can fly and junk, but what fun is that when you can almost never do it for more than five minutes? I should've stayed in Toren.
"Stop!" said someone behind me.
"Oh, I know it's you, will you stop being behind me, anyway? I mean, really!" I said, annoyed that someone tried to stop me from leaving the ball. "You, know Charming, how did you end up with that name? I mean, there are scads of other names you could be called, like George. But, no, your parents and your grandparents and every other relative in your family called the males Charming. I'd like to know why they called you the one word that least describes you."
"Well, you see, Princess, I am much esteemed. And in Kyria, we are traditionalists. So, because I am King Charming XXXIV, I had to be named Charming because there were 35 Charmings before me. Do you understand now?" Sigh, what a pain. It might have been the most intelligent question I ever asked him. Or the least intelligent question. Either way, he was too stupid to answer it. Just explains why I don't want to marry him.
"Right. Well, I am off to bed!" I announce, and leave.
The next morning, with the birds chirping and the squirrels being squirrelish, I woke up. Only to learn that Charming was very much dead. It is a shock to learn that the one man you desperately wanted to kill is dead. I only spoke to him a couple of hours ago. Now he's dead. Well, that was fast. No one can tell who killed him, they just know he was in the bedroom with the letter opener. The lead pipe must have been too heavy. Now to find the culprit.
"It's Professor Plum in the kitchen with the candlestick!" a servant yelled sure that she was right.
"No, it's Miss Scarlet in the Hall with the revolver!" another person yelled also sure.
"Okay," I said, "what's a revolver, first of all? And who's Professor Plum and Miss Scarlet?" Revolver? Is that like a wheel? Because, most everyone uses magic in warfare, and the murder was obviously done with magic, and a letter opener. "Listen. First, stop being stupid. It obviously was not in the Hall or with a candlestick. We know that it was done in the bedroom with the letter opener. Now, to business." I had to admit, the murderer was good. The murder left no trace of their identity and no motive as to why the person did it. I was astonished.
"Right," the people said, stupefied. Good, that was over. I walked out of the room, very happy that my murder was already done for me. That was easy.
The duchess left later that day with her new husband to the other side of the world. Probably happy to leave this chaos. Everyone's in a tizzy because of the murder, except me. I don't care and I took power in their confusion. No one's noticed yet. It's reassuring.
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His hand wavers at the small of my back, my hand at his shoulder. I wish I could burn him through my fingers. Through the corner of my eye, I watch that duchess finally meet her future husband.
I depart in the middle of the dance, yawning in boredom. Why is it that Kyrian balls are so dull? Dancing endlessly, I can think of anyone who really wants to just dance. No entertainment? No bards? No good musicians? This time, Charming let me finally find the musical guest. I couldn't find anyone really good, but I must admit this quartet is better than anything previously. The duchess seems happy.
I miss Peregrine. I've been in court a week and I'm just bored. Sure, I can fly and junk, but what fun is that when you can almost never do it for more than five minutes? I should've stayed in Toren.
"Stop!" said someone behind me.
"Oh, I know it's you, will you stop being behind me, anyway? I mean, really!" I said, annoyed that someone tried to stop me from leaving the ball. "You, know Charming, how did you end up with that name? I mean, there are scads of other names you could be called, like George. But, no, your parents and your grandparents and every other relative in your family called the males Charming. I'd like to know why they called you the one word that least describes you."
"Well, you see, Princess, I am much esteemed. And in Kyria, we are traditionalists. So, because I am King Charming XXXIV, I had to be named Charming because there were 35 Charmings before me. Do you understand now?" Sigh, what a pain. It might have been the most intelligent question I ever asked him. Or the least intelligent question. Either way, he was too stupid to answer it. Just explains why I don't want to marry him.
"Right. Well, I am off to bed!" I announce, and leave.
The next morning, with the birds chirping and the squirrels being squirrelish, I woke up. Only to learn that Charming was very much dead. It is a shock to learn that the one man you desperately wanted to kill is dead. I only spoke to him a couple of hours ago. Now he's dead. Well, that was fast. No one can tell who killed him, they just know he was in the bedroom with the letter opener. The lead pipe must have been too heavy. Now to find the culprit.
"It's Professor Plum in the kitchen with the candlestick!" a servant yelled sure that she was right.
"No, it's Miss Scarlet in the Hall with the revolver!" another person yelled also sure.
"Okay," I said, "what's a revolver, first of all? And who's Professor Plum and Miss Scarlet?" Revolver? Is that like a wheel? Because, most everyone uses magic in warfare, and the murder was obviously done with magic, and a letter opener. "Listen. First, stop being stupid. It obviously was not in the Hall or with a candlestick. We know that it was done in the bedroom with the letter opener. Now, to business." I had to admit, the murderer was good. The murder left no trace of their identity and no motive as to why the person did it. I was astonished.
"Right," the people said, stupefied. Good, that was over. I walked out of the room, very happy that my murder was already done for me. That was easy.
The duchess left later that day with her new husband to the other side of the world. Probably happy to leave this chaos. Everyone's in a tizzy because of the murder, except me. I don't care and I took power in their confusion. No one's noticed yet. It's reassuring.
