A/N: Alaskanwoman25, Andromeda black 1212, & AshlyKagome15 didn't follow all any of JohnnyFennixLyte's, there aren't any favs on four of the stories. . She's clearly an alt, closely following/ my friends by faving their fics. Alaskan also only followed 3 of JP the Tudor Fandom Conqueror's stories.
If someone asks for constructive criticism and a beta reader, why do do you start talking about getting security when they get it?... If some ppl think people would expand their vocabulary from your disrespectful, haughty writing in the fandom, then why don't they improve their grammar/writing from the constructive criticism?
Esp if they were laughing about my friend not taking Melon's constructive criticism, even though my friend was taking the constructive criticism way better than this person. They were disrespectfully giving out criticism on spelling. And still are by anonymously reviewing their Dudley story to tell my friend, who wrote 2 stories, to stop spamming the fandom. The concrit this person got is way more respectful.
"For your information I can in fact be killed. And If you leave me here I will make It my duty to infect each and every one of your ancestors with STD," said Anne de Shteleu.
Anne de Shteleu crossed her arms over her chest masking the bleeding from the king's vision.
"Whatever mission you guys are on affects me directly so i would prefer not to bicker about it."
"are you ignoring me?"
The king looked at Anne de Shteleu,"affects you directly?" He looked furious. "Who even asked you to join us anyway! The first time I met you, you hit me in the face with your stds!"
Rage built up in Anne de Shteleu and her disturbingly playful demeanor left him.
"What the hell do you think just happened your majesty!"
"Do you think that I want this! to be a near young looking freak? do you think I want to go into uncontrollable fits of inappropriateness against my morals, seducing and sleeping with old people I don't care about!"
"The darkness, your queen! all of this will end somewhere and when it does I am not going to be left behind to feel the world crashing down."
Anne de Shiteleu's rage only fueled the king's fire. "Maybe you do! What do you mean people you care about? I don't see anyone here that cares about you! If you really cared about someone then wouldn't you go away? Then you wouldn't be able to harm them when you sell out! Like Elizabethore or formally Elizabeth"
Anne de Shiteleu stopped dead in her tracks and kept her back to the king, and solemnly replied, "don't threaten me your majesty,"
"I would love to die, you have no idea how gratifying that would be. But the age play with older men issue doesnt want me to," she ground out.
She turned to the king, "don't threaten me or you might just make an enemy out of my sugar daddy kings, and thats the last thing you want to do."
"And if at one point you back them into a corner...then may God save your soul."
"I'm just saying," the king said. "It wasn't the sugar daddies that just threatened one of my closest friends," he said as he walked back to Whitehall. "And if you ever want help with the whole joining a convent thing, just give me a message."
"Touchy one isn't he," Anne chuckled slightly then sighed, self reflecting on herself.
Later.
Tension in the air ran high as the king attempted to appear casual, walking past Anne de Shiteleu as if nothing had happened. Anne de Shiteleu followed soon afterwards, making her way towards the banquet hall.
The future was a dim corridor, Anne de Shiteleu had no predictions.
