Iberis bowed briefly toward Humperdink, and rose with a frown still plastered over his features. "So this is yer Prince Homerspunk."
The prince cleared his throat, "Humperdink, actually." Iberis shot him a cold glare, making Humperdink add in a very small voice, "- sir."
"What kind of a gentleman barges into a young lady's room without explanation?" he asked, his voice low and threatening.
Humperdink glanced at his sword dully. He was never very good at sword fighting; hunting and tracking were his only valuable skills. Suddenly he dropped the sword, afraid the man before him would feel that he was threatening him and attack him. He wished he had never come in. Humperdink cleared his throat, "I was looking for somebody, and I don't think that he's here so I'm just going to go now." He rose fom his seat, nodding quickly at Iberis and Buttercup, then hurried toward the door.
"Wait!" Iberis bellowed. Humperdink stopped and glanced at him. Iberis pointed his index finger toward the chair. "Sit."
Humperdink gulped slowly and resumed his seat.
"Prince Humperdink, is it?" Iberis began to pace, rolling the name around in his mind, positive that it meant something to him.
Humperdink nodded slowly.
"Well, Prince Humperdink," he said sarcastically, "just sit there until I say you can move.
This was ridiculous. He was being held as a prisoner in his own castle! Humperdink rose higher in his seat and turned his wrath toward Buttercup. "You never told me you had a father!" he accused angrily.
"Well, she wasn't birthed from ferrets!" Iberis growled, shaking his fist at him. "Ye sure aren't very bright for royalty. I hope somebody comes and knocks some actual sense into that blockhead of yers." His eyes sparkled dangerously, and he cracked his knuckles with a malicious smirk, "And if ye don't sit down, that somebody will be me."
"Da," Buttercup whispered aside to him, "Are you really going to hurt him?"
Iberis smiled and patted his daughter on the shoulder, "Nah, not really. I'm just having a bit of fun." He winked at his daughter, and turned back to Humperdink.
"Yessir." Humperdink replied hurriedly, oblivious to the conversation between father and daughter, settling himself into the chair once again. He began to feel very uncomfotable as perspiration poured out from his underarms and back, with beads of sweat collecting on his eyebrows. Iberis's eyes bore into him like cold stones, chilling his insides. Then he began to fidget.
Iberis raised his eyebrows in amusement and crossed his arms, "Stop squirming, boy, I ain't gonna eat ye."
"I'm itchy!" Humperdink complained through gritted teeth. It was humiliating. He couldn't control his body or seem calm. Against his will, he kept wiggling and twisting in the chair trying to reach and relieve the constant prickles and itches that tormented his skin.
The corner of Buttercup's mouth turned up slightly and soon hysterical laughter burst from her lips. She leaned on her father for support and clutched her sides as laughing cramps began to form.
Humperdink glared at her in annoyance and rose up a little in the seat again to scratch a low spot on his back. "How dare you laugh at me.," he grunted, " I am still the Prince of this realm and I could have you hanged - ," he paused, digging his fingernails into his arm, " - for this."
"I'd like to see you try," Iberis growled, looming in on Humperdink and grabbing the prince's hand in a firm, hard grip mid-itch. "You go near my daughter ever again and ye'll be the one hanging from the rope by yer neck." he murmered dangeroulsy in an undertone, his pungent breath filling Humperdink's nostrils; Humperdink was too scared to turn away or cough.
Clearing his throat and carefully avoiding Iberis's gaze, he said, "Sir, I will give you anything you want but please -" Humperdink shut his eyes tightly, "- please don't hurt me."
Iberis sighed and looked mockingly at Buttercup, "This is the fool ye was going to marry tonight?"
Buttercup opened her mouth to explain, but stopped immediately as something occured to her. "Da, we have to leave here." She picked up her skirts and sprinted toward the door. Opening it slightly, she glanced slyly down the hall. "We have to leave now."
Crestfallen, Iberis's face fell as he gestured toward Humperdink, "But I'm not finished with him."
Buttercup sighed impatiently and checked the hall again, "Let him go for now. Please. There's something more important we have to do."
Her father's mouth opened in shock as he stared at his daughter, "Just let him go? Whaddya mean let him go?" He glared back at Humperdink, who tried to smile innocently.
Buttercup grabbed her father's hand urgently and pressed it firmly. "We have to go save Wesley," she whispered.
Iberis's head cleared, and he nodded slightly, still staring at Humperdink like a lobster he had been talked into letting go instead of boiling it for his supper. "All right," he mumbled, "Let's go rescue the stableboy."
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Author's Note: All right, I know it's brief. But I will keep adding chapters as soon as I can and I must admit, progress is slow. Please find it in your heats to be patient with me. In the meantime, Please R&R. thank ye very kindly.
The prince cleared his throat, "Humperdink, actually." Iberis shot him a cold glare, making Humperdink add in a very small voice, "- sir."
"What kind of a gentleman barges into a young lady's room without explanation?" he asked, his voice low and threatening.
Humperdink glanced at his sword dully. He was never very good at sword fighting; hunting and tracking were his only valuable skills. Suddenly he dropped the sword, afraid the man before him would feel that he was threatening him and attack him. He wished he had never come in. Humperdink cleared his throat, "I was looking for somebody, and I don't think that he's here so I'm just going to go now." He rose fom his seat, nodding quickly at Iberis and Buttercup, then hurried toward the door.
"Wait!" Iberis bellowed. Humperdink stopped and glanced at him. Iberis pointed his index finger toward the chair. "Sit."
Humperdink gulped slowly and resumed his seat.
"Prince Humperdink, is it?" Iberis began to pace, rolling the name around in his mind, positive that it meant something to him.
Humperdink nodded slowly.
"Well, Prince Humperdink," he said sarcastically, "just sit there until I say you can move.
This was ridiculous. He was being held as a prisoner in his own castle! Humperdink rose higher in his seat and turned his wrath toward Buttercup. "You never told me you had a father!" he accused angrily.
"Well, she wasn't birthed from ferrets!" Iberis growled, shaking his fist at him. "Ye sure aren't very bright for royalty. I hope somebody comes and knocks some actual sense into that blockhead of yers." His eyes sparkled dangerously, and he cracked his knuckles with a malicious smirk, "And if ye don't sit down, that somebody will be me."
"Da," Buttercup whispered aside to him, "Are you really going to hurt him?"
Iberis smiled and patted his daughter on the shoulder, "Nah, not really. I'm just having a bit of fun." He winked at his daughter, and turned back to Humperdink.
"Yessir." Humperdink replied hurriedly, oblivious to the conversation between father and daughter, settling himself into the chair once again. He began to feel very uncomfotable as perspiration poured out from his underarms and back, with beads of sweat collecting on his eyebrows. Iberis's eyes bore into him like cold stones, chilling his insides. Then he began to fidget.
Iberis raised his eyebrows in amusement and crossed his arms, "Stop squirming, boy, I ain't gonna eat ye."
"I'm itchy!" Humperdink complained through gritted teeth. It was humiliating. He couldn't control his body or seem calm. Against his will, he kept wiggling and twisting in the chair trying to reach and relieve the constant prickles and itches that tormented his skin.
The corner of Buttercup's mouth turned up slightly and soon hysterical laughter burst from her lips. She leaned on her father for support and clutched her sides as laughing cramps began to form.
Humperdink glared at her in annoyance and rose up a little in the seat again to scratch a low spot on his back. "How dare you laugh at me.," he grunted, " I am still the Prince of this realm and I could have you hanged - ," he paused, digging his fingernails into his arm, " - for this."
"I'd like to see you try," Iberis growled, looming in on Humperdink and grabbing the prince's hand in a firm, hard grip mid-itch. "You go near my daughter ever again and ye'll be the one hanging from the rope by yer neck." he murmered dangeroulsy in an undertone, his pungent breath filling Humperdink's nostrils; Humperdink was too scared to turn away or cough.
Clearing his throat and carefully avoiding Iberis's gaze, he said, "Sir, I will give you anything you want but please -" Humperdink shut his eyes tightly, "- please don't hurt me."
Iberis sighed and looked mockingly at Buttercup, "This is the fool ye was going to marry tonight?"
Buttercup opened her mouth to explain, but stopped immediately as something occured to her. "Da, we have to leave here." She picked up her skirts and sprinted toward the door. Opening it slightly, she glanced slyly down the hall. "We have to leave now."
Crestfallen, Iberis's face fell as he gestured toward Humperdink, "But I'm not finished with him."
Buttercup sighed impatiently and checked the hall again, "Let him go for now. Please. There's something more important we have to do."
Her father's mouth opened in shock as he stared at his daughter, "Just let him go? Whaddya mean let him go?" He glared back at Humperdink, who tried to smile innocently.
Buttercup grabbed her father's hand urgently and pressed it firmly. "We have to go save Wesley," she whispered.
Iberis's head cleared, and he nodded slightly, still staring at Humperdink like a lobster he had been talked into letting go instead of boiling it for his supper. "All right," he mumbled, "Let's go rescue the stableboy."
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Author's Note: All right, I know it's brief. But I will keep adding chapters as soon as I can and I must admit, progress is slow. Please find it in your heats to be patient with me. In the meantime, Please R&R. thank ye very kindly.