Odd
"They're rather odd, aren't they?"
The young man jumped, the broom that was once in his hand clattering to the ground. He scrambled to pick it up again, and turned to look at the man behind him when it was firmly in his grasp.
"E-Excuse me?"
The emerald-eyed man gestured past his shoulder, to the two people that sat beneath the oak tree in the garden. The larger of the two had in head in the other's lap, listening as the blue-eyed blonde read to him from the book of poetry in his hand. The servant turned to look back at them, before looking at the man again.
"Those two," said the fellow servant with the thick eyebrows, "King Ivan and Queen Alfred. A peculiar pair, they are."
Matthew gave him a bewildered look, which made the other raise a thick eyebrow, "Oh? You don't know?"
Arthur had always been one for the gossip of the castle- with no life of your own, you tended to be more interested in the lives of the others. He glanced back at the royal couple beneath the tree before he turned, talking to the new servant in a quiet tone, "They're both a bloody crazy. The blond one, Alfred, he comes from a kingdom in the South that's known for their assassination attempts at all the surrounding kingdoms. Its rumored that he killed his brothers so he'd get a closer chance at the throne."
Matthew, however, found that rather hard to believe. The way Alfred ran his hands through the King's hair, the warm smile on his lips and the gentle way he spoke. Arthur seemed to catch onto his doubt, because he continued, "He looks sweet, doesn't he? Just lovely and all that, but the chap isn't all he seems. See, the only reason his home kingdom is so vast is because the little whore would bed the fellow kings then kill them. He'd let them have their way with him, but just days later they'd be found dead in the most brutal ways." His tone was quiet, and he'd glance over his shoulder every so often.
"But the King is even worse. He killed his father when he was 10, shoved a knife right through the man's heart in his sleep. He's a downright monster on the battle field as well, the lunatic goes on the front line with a damn smile on his face."
The hands around the broom were now trembling and sweat dripped down his forehead with every word. He shot a glance to the two before turning back to Arthur, "N-No way.."
Arthur nodded, leaning in a bit closer, "And get this, they're like demons. The maids would go in to clean their bathtub and their towels would be dripping with blood. Their sheets are always torn and their furniture has to be replaced at least once every month." Arthur curled his lip slightly, "And the Queen has such a big mouth, you can hear the damn whore screaming for more on the other side of the castle."
He looked back over his shoulder, observing the two again as he spoke, "And odd, dangerous pair, indeed. They look like they've been madly in love since they met, but they're both just downright mad."
By then Matthew couldn't take it anymore. He was shaking in his boots, and fear had filled his whole body. He excused himself quickly, and Arthur watched him leave. Someone had to tell the poor boy about them- and who better then Arthur. The older servant just shrugged, glancing back under the tree one last time as he turned to leave, but then froze.
The blood drained from his face.
The King and Queen were smiling at him.
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