This is NOT a serious story. It's a result of a quick bit of brainstorming while trying to get my brain working. This is NOT set in the same 'world' as the Reflections series.
Have fun
K
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The Wager by Kazza
Boston 1731.
The lid of the oak chest fell back with a thud and a cloud of dust. Emmeline coughed and wiped the dust from her eyes as Sebastian, her cat, fled to a corner of the room.
The old chest had sat unopened in the attic for more years than her family knew. Since long before her Grandfather's death. Rumour had it that the last person to open it was her great-grandfather. But Emmeline, being a modern girl of the eighteenth century didn't hold much store in rumours like that.
The contents of the chest were unusual to say the least. There were three, ancient rusted swords, a strange black leather shirt with bright lacings, a birdcage and a collection of drawings.
She hunted through the piles of paper. Among the many drawings were a few other papers, all of them written in French. There was an invitation to something called a Royal Masque, a pile of IOUs from someone called Rodmilla, and a letter with small drawings on the outside of it.
Emmeline was curious; which is rather obvious because if she hadn't been she would never have opened the chest. She also believed she was doing the Right Thing; a long standing family failing that had got quite a number of her ancestors in deep trouble.
Being Curious and Sure she was doing the Right Thing, Emmeline opened the letter.
Dear Uncle Pierre,
I am terribly sorry but I can not accompany you on your flight from France. You should have thought twice before you bought Danielle.
I told you the 'I'm Your Best Friend, Trust Me' routine would work better than the 'Sneering Cad Attack'. It does not matter if the Sneering Cad wins in the all the romance tales, Danielle does not read books like that. Oh, did I forget to mention that, uncle?
The chains and the bread and water were too much. Personally I thought the get her into trouble impersonating a noble plan was brilliant (if I do say so myself). It was all His Royal Prettiness's fault that it failed.
I hope you enjoy the Americas, uncle. I hear it has all sorts of opportunities for someone with your talents.
Your mischeviously,
Gustave le Pieu.
Emmeline le Pieu-Bleufeld read the letter again and wondered if the PLP it was addressed to was Great-Grandfather. She shrugged and put the letter away. Whoever Gustave was he obviously hadn't succeeded in hurting Great-grandpapa.
"Emmeline, come here please."
"Yes, Mama." Emmeline quickly put everything back in the chest and closed it. She caught Sebastian and, stoking the dust out of his white fur, she climbed down the stairs and closed the door behind her.
The End
Disclaimer - The worlds of 'Ever After' and 'James Bond' both belong to cleverer people than I. There is no intention to infringe upon any copyright and I'm certainly not making any money whatever off this.
Have fun
K
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The Wager by Kazza
Boston 1731.
The lid of the oak chest fell back with a thud and a cloud of dust. Emmeline coughed and wiped the dust from her eyes as Sebastian, her cat, fled to a corner of the room.
The old chest had sat unopened in the attic for more years than her family knew. Since long before her Grandfather's death. Rumour had it that the last person to open it was her great-grandfather. But Emmeline, being a modern girl of the eighteenth century didn't hold much store in rumours like that.
The contents of the chest were unusual to say the least. There were three, ancient rusted swords, a strange black leather shirt with bright lacings, a birdcage and a collection of drawings.
She hunted through the piles of paper. Among the many drawings were a few other papers, all of them written in French. There was an invitation to something called a Royal Masque, a pile of IOUs from someone called Rodmilla, and a letter with small drawings on the outside of it.
Emmeline was curious; which is rather obvious because if she hadn't been she would never have opened the chest. She also believed she was doing the Right Thing; a long standing family failing that had got quite a number of her ancestors in deep trouble.
Being Curious and Sure she was doing the Right Thing, Emmeline opened the letter.
Dear Uncle Pierre,
I am terribly sorry but I can not accompany you on your flight from France. You should have thought twice before you bought Danielle.
I told you the 'I'm Your Best Friend, Trust Me' routine would work better than the 'Sneering Cad Attack'. It does not matter if the Sneering Cad wins in the all the romance tales, Danielle does not read books like that. Oh, did I forget to mention that, uncle?
The chains and the bread and water were too much. Personally I thought the get her into trouble impersonating a noble plan was brilliant (if I do say so myself). It was all His Royal Prettiness's fault that it failed.
I hope you enjoy the Americas, uncle. I hear it has all sorts of opportunities for someone with your talents.
Your mischeviously,
Gustave le Pieu.
Emmeline le Pieu-Bleufeld read the letter again and wondered if the PLP it was addressed to was Great-Grandfather. She shrugged and put the letter away. Whoever Gustave was he obviously hadn't succeeded in hurting Great-grandpapa.
"Emmeline, come here please."
"Yes, Mama." Emmeline quickly put everything back in the chest and closed it. She caught Sebastian and, stoking the dust out of his white fur, she climbed down the stairs and closed the door behind her.
The End
Disclaimer - The worlds of 'Ever After' and 'James Bond' both belong to cleverer people than I. There is no intention to infringe upon any copyright and I'm certainly not making any money whatever off this.