A/N: Sorry, I had standardized testing this week. Screw it… Those writing prompts can be so stupid…sorry it's so short. Thanks for the reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own any fairy tales. This is my expansion of "A Coat of Many Colors," but I don't own the story (I don't think anyone can own a really good story, but that's beside the point…)
Thank goodness I had my cloak on. While it was recognizable for its vivid colors, it hid my real identity, which would probably be much more interesting to the present audience.
Fortunately, I don't think he had noticed me yet. King Jeremy hadn't noticed me yet. He seemed deep in thought.
If I had been still at the other castle…I would not be in the shadows. I would be talking to him outright, as equals. He was very nice to look at…we might even be considered sweethearts. But now, I was a but a lowly servant in his house, and he was the master of the entire country. If I even talked to him, I could be severely punished.
Like I had said, he was deep in thought. He looked troubled. Any position of power is a heavy responsibility, and he looked young to already be worrying at the dead of night.
I continued to watch him for a little longer. He continued musing. I suspect I could have moved from my spot without being noticed, but I stayed in my place and watched him. I felt sorry for him: he truly looked distressed. What about, I could hardly guess. I wanted to help him, but I remained in the shadows.
He left about an hour later, with the same pained look in his eyes. I snuck off to bed in my turn.