Author's Note: Well, here's a totally out of the blue fanfic! It's actually
not based on Anime. I know! Freaky, huh? Eugenides being king... it just
screamed FANFIC! So here it is!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Thief or The Queen of Attolia.
Stealing Victory
A small, thin figure quickly and silently ran down an elegantly decorated hall. Though there were many windows high above his head, it was still before sunrise, so the halls were dimly lit by the occasional torch.
He came to a rather large picture and put his hand on the stone under the left corner. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 over, 1, 2 down. Press hard....
A three foot high, two foot wide door opened.
"HEY YOU! STOP! THIEF!"
He turned his head and saw his guards running towards him. Wasn't that ironic? He jumped through the small opening into a slightly smaller corridor and, with much effort, shut the door behind himself. As he crawled forward on the muck-covered floor, he could hear the guards cursing at the wall. If he made it quick, he could come back around and embarrass them because they disturbed the king by cursing too loudly at a wall. He grinned as he came to the end of the corridor. Yeah, that'd be fun!
Pushing aside the tapestry that was the only cover to the other end, he came to his bedroom. Putting on a string of pearls, which he had been carrying, around his neck, he put on his silk robe and slippers at the same time. Quietly, he slipped through the main door to his room and down the hall, his feet only making a soft padding noise as he walked. He heard the cursing before he even saw the guards. Rounding a corner, he shouted, "What are you doing!"
The guards turned and glared at him, but when they saw who it was, they bowed and one said coldly, "Please excuse us, Your Majesty."
The king glared at them. "Don't you 'Your Majesty' me!" He did the 'you better recognize' hand movement. "What the hell are you doing?"
The guards glared at their king, who was obviously trying not to laugh. They bowed again and the same guard said, "Please excuse us."
The king couldn't help it anymore and broke into a grin. Then he felt someone slap him on the back of the head and grimaced, holding the back of his head where the person had hit. Not even turning, he said, "Hello, dear."
A beautiful lady, head and shoulders taller than him, said, "Leave Eugenides."
He nodded and ran back to his room.
She then turned to the guards and said, "You are dismissed."
The guards bowed again and left.
The lady rubbed her temples and whispered, "It was the duke's wife's new pearls, wasn't it?"
Eugenides stepped out of a shadow and said, "Aww. . . I thought I was hidden well!"
The lady smirked. This was almost a daily routine. "So, did you?"
Eugenides tilted his head to one side like a confused dog. "Do what?"
She put her face in her hands and said, "You know what."
Eugenides smiled and said, "Oh yeah! That one! No."
"What are you wearing, Eugene?"
Click. Slip. Tuck. "Nothing."
She shook her head. "Lets just go back to bed." And as she walked away, she added, "And I better not find any pearls on an alter tomorrow or I'm filling in that tunnel that you use to get in and out of our room."
There was a loud 'hmph' and then barely audible footsteps following her. Once she got into their room, she lay down under the covers and said, "Goodnight, Eugene."
He replied, "Goodnight, Irene," as he slipped under the tapestry.
The last thing she thought before she went to sleep was, "He's impossible."
*
Author's Note: I hope you liked it, and I'm glad you found this! I know, there are like no Queen of Attolia fanfics out there now a days! So I'm on a mission to fix that with a rather weird fanfic! HOORAY! R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Thief or The Queen of Attolia.
Stealing Victory
A small, thin figure quickly and silently ran down an elegantly decorated hall. Though there were many windows high above his head, it was still before sunrise, so the halls were dimly lit by the occasional torch.
He came to a rather large picture and put his hand on the stone under the left corner. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 over, 1, 2 down. Press hard....
A three foot high, two foot wide door opened.
"HEY YOU! STOP! THIEF!"
He turned his head and saw his guards running towards him. Wasn't that ironic? He jumped through the small opening into a slightly smaller corridor and, with much effort, shut the door behind himself. As he crawled forward on the muck-covered floor, he could hear the guards cursing at the wall. If he made it quick, he could come back around and embarrass them because they disturbed the king by cursing too loudly at a wall. He grinned as he came to the end of the corridor. Yeah, that'd be fun!
Pushing aside the tapestry that was the only cover to the other end, he came to his bedroom. Putting on a string of pearls, which he had been carrying, around his neck, he put on his silk robe and slippers at the same time. Quietly, he slipped through the main door to his room and down the hall, his feet only making a soft padding noise as he walked. He heard the cursing before he even saw the guards. Rounding a corner, he shouted, "What are you doing!"
The guards turned and glared at him, but when they saw who it was, they bowed and one said coldly, "Please excuse us, Your Majesty."
The king glared at them. "Don't you 'Your Majesty' me!" He did the 'you better recognize' hand movement. "What the hell are you doing?"
The guards glared at their king, who was obviously trying not to laugh. They bowed again and the same guard said, "Please excuse us."
The king couldn't help it anymore and broke into a grin. Then he felt someone slap him on the back of the head and grimaced, holding the back of his head where the person had hit. Not even turning, he said, "Hello, dear."
A beautiful lady, head and shoulders taller than him, said, "Leave Eugenides."
He nodded and ran back to his room.
She then turned to the guards and said, "You are dismissed."
The guards bowed again and left.
The lady rubbed her temples and whispered, "It was the duke's wife's new pearls, wasn't it?"
Eugenides stepped out of a shadow and said, "Aww. . . I thought I was hidden well!"
The lady smirked. This was almost a daily routine. "So, did you?"
Eugenides tilted his head to one side like a confused dog. "Do what?"
She put her face in her hands and said, "You know what."
Eugenides smiled and said, "Oh yeah! That one! No."
"What are you wearing, Eugene?"
Click. Slip. Tuck. "Nothing."
She shook her head. "Lets just go back to bed." And as she walked away, she added, "And I better not find any pearls on an alter tomorrow or I'm filling in that tunnel that you use to get in and out of our room."
There was a loud 'hmph' and then barely audible footsteps following her. Once she got into their room, she lay down under the covers and said, "Goodnight, Eugene."
He replied, "Goodnight, Irene," as he slipped under the tapestry.
The last thing she thought before she went to sleep was, "He's impossible."
*
Author's Note: I hope you liked it, and I'm glad you found this! I know, there are like no Queen of Attolia fanfics out there now a days! So I'm on a mission to fix that with a rather weird fanfic! HOORAY! R&R!