Shout outs!
Nightcrawler9774: Thank you for the poem! It shall be used!
Quill of Molliemon: If you would review and give a poem it would be much appreciated. My poem skills are somewhat...um...you get the picture. DuctapeDaredevil: Ah ha! Another poem! If you two submit poems I won't need anymore.
BTW, this will be a short chapter because I have to go to bed and I don't have all the poems, okay?
The Night Before The Night
Lord Kurt sighed as he strolled through the grounds of the tournament. He and the other knight had each gone their own way after they had been informed of the final event. He chose to walk among the gardens outside of the princess' tents, they were so peaceful.
And apparently, he wasn't the only person who thought so. Sirs Bobby, Lance and Nanean were also in the gardens. Sir Bobby was gazing into one of the ponds and muttering, Sir Lance plucking petals from a rose and muttering, and Sir Nanean lying on his back under a willow tree, muttering.
It seemed as if they were each trying to compose a poem for the challenge, though Lord Kurt couldn't make out what Sir Nanean was muttering.
The blue mutant sighed and continued his stroll, passing each of the other knights and eventually coming to a small brook with a lovely iron bench beside it. Lord Kurt thanked God for the peace and solitude of the spot and teleported onto the bench.
He gave a squeak of surprise when he noticed he wasn't the only person who thought the location was tranquil. Princess Kitty was asleep on the bench, sprawled out upon it with her hand under her head. Lord Kurt perched on the back of the bench and stared at her, not wanting to disturb her.
'She's so beautiful,' he thought. 'She could never be happy with a monster like me.' He gently picked her up and teleported to her tents.
"Milady!" exclaimed Lady Jennifer as she saw her mistress being carried into her tent. "What has happened to her?" she asked anxiously, worried that something was wrong.
Lord Kurt laid the princess on her pillows and put a three fingered hand to his lips. "Shush," he said quietly. "We don't want to wake her." And with a soft bamf! He was gone.
Lady Jennifer sighed as she thought of what a lovely couple her mistress and the blue lord would make.
Tada! My first chapter in a while, hope you like it! I still need two more poems, are you guys working on them? Good night!
Quill of Molliemon: If you would review and give a poem it would be much appreciated. My poem skills are somewhat...um...you get the picture. DuctapeDaredevil: Ah ha! Another poem! If you two submit poems I won't need anymore.
BTW, this will be a short chapter because I have to go to bed and I don't have all the poems, okay?
The Night Before The Night
Lord Kurt sighed as he strolled through the grounds of the tournament. He and the other knight had each gone their own way after they had been informed of the final event. He chose to walk among the gardens outside of the princess' tents, they were so peaceful.
And apparently, he wasn't the only person who thought so. Sirs Bobby, Lance and Nanean were also in the gardens. Sir Bobby was gazing into one of the ponds and muttering, Sir Lance plucking petals from a rose and muttering, and Sir Nanean lying on his back under a willow tree, muttering.
It seemed as if they were each trying to compose a poem for the challenge, though Lord Kurt couldn't make out what Sir Nanean was muttering.
The blue mutant sighed and continued his stroll, passing each of the other knights and eventually coming to a small brook with a lovely iron bench beside it. Lord Kurt thanked God for the peace and solitude of the spot and teleported onto the bench.
He gave a squeak of surprise when he noticed he wasn't the only person who thought the location was tranquil. Princess Kitty was asleep on the bench, sprawled out upon it with her hand under her head. Lord Kurt perched on the back of the bench and stared at her, not wanting to disturb her.
'She's so beautiful,' he thought. 'She could never be happy with a monster like me.' He gently picked her up and teleported to her tents.
"Milady!" exclaimed Lady Jennifer as she saw her mistress being carried into her tent. "What has happened to her?" she asked anxiously, worried that something was wrong.
Lord Kurt laid the princess on her pillows and put a three fingered hand to his lips. "Shush," he said quietly. "We don't want to wake her." And with a soft bamf! He was gone.
Lady Jennifer sighed as she thought of what a lovely couple her mistress and the blue lord would make.
Tada! My first chapter in a while, hope you like it! I still need two more poems, are you guys working on them? Good night!