After his visit with Matthew, Alfred returned to his office to sort through more lists.
"Your Grace?" asked a servant meekly at his elbow. "I have a report for you, sire. A promising young lady recommended by several of her neighbors."
"Recommended?" Alfred laughed, taking the parchment from the liveried servant and skimming his eyes over it. "Do they hope she shall be eaten?"
"Perhaps so," the servant replied truthfully. "I have heard of her, sire. They say she has eyes like the Devil himself, redder than blood, and even though she is young she has pure white hair. From what I have heard, she was born with it. I have heard whispers that she is the daughter of the Devil, and she practices witchcraft and conjures her father's tortured spirit subjects at night just to hear them scream. She loves them, screams. Bottles them and bathes in them, she does. They say she has a body to dry any man's tongue, but no man would dream of touching her for fear of her magic and that her father would grow angry at them."
"Really now." Alfred rolled his eyes. Bunch of superstitious ninnies, all of them. Really, the Devil's daughter? Everyone knew that the Devil thought himself above cavorting with human women. "She sounds…eccentric. And perhaps desperate enough. Send for her at once, understand?"
"Yes, sire." The man bowed out of the room as Alfred looked down at the parchment with the woman's information on it.
Gillian Beilshmidt. If she was truly demon spawn as people said, she could not object to marrying a dragon. Or perhaps if she was not, she would be desperate enough to accept a lover in any form, even a cold, scaly one with a heart more human than anyone bothered to realize. He could always hope.
AN: Yeah. I know. It's short. I'm going to update again today to make up for that.
Was I the only one who found Alfred's idea of what was superstitious about Prussia being the devil's daughter funny? Cuz it might just be because I'm a dork like that...
Until like an hour from now! Review!