Ambrose returned from Azkadellia's chambers looking paler than usual. Cain, who was waiting for the advisor outside, caught his shoulder before he could run away again. "Ambrose, what's the matter?"
Ambrose turned to him and shook his head, "Nothing. Cain, I- Azkadellia is in worse shape than we all thought, she's dying. She won't be fit to rule, ever. So...I think I may take my leave as Royal Advisor."
Cain was shocked, he had never seen Glitch, well Ambrose, look so upset, so shaken and he wanted to help him somehow. He knew there had to be more to this than Glitch was letting on, why would he leave a position he dearly loved just because of Azkadellia? "Why though, Ambrose? D.G. still needs you, and the Queen surely -"
Ambrose's eyes sparked with anger. "THE QUEEN HAS NEVER NEEDED ME, SHE DOESN'T NEED ME NOW, NOR WILL SHE EVER! I'M MERELY A PET TO HER AND EVERYONE ELSE!" He stormed down the hall, long braided coat swaying behind him as he ran. Cain was dumbfounded, he felt lost on this new side of Glitch - his friend was in pain and he had no idea how to stop it.
Raw came out of Azkadellia's bedroom then and put his hand on Cain's shoulder. "Cain, want to help Glitch...Glitch in much pain...heart broken...feels that no one will ever care about him. Cain cares, though. Raw knows."
Cain nodded "I do, Raw. I just don't know how to help. You, D.G. and Ambrose… helped me when I thought no one could. I just want to return the favor."
Raw nodded solemnly, "You know how Cain, you just have to find it."
Cain laughed. "Boy, you psychics sure are good for not beating around the bush. Thanks."
Ambrose was in his workshop, the one the Queen had given him many years ago for all his inventions... it was filled with so many half finished things, all left undone by him when Azkadellia began her hostile takeover and removed part of his brain. He picked up something that looked to be a doll, completely made out of shining silver, he touched a button on her back and she began to dance across a table in a beautiful ballet. He smiled as she made her way to the end of the workshop table and teetered on the edge, but spun away, never dancing off.
"You are pretty brilliant, aren't you?" Cain said from the doorway, watching him.
"Cain? I didn't hear you come in." He turned off the doll and she sat in her position on the table. "I'm sorry about blowing up at you like that; I've had a lot on my mind lately since getting it back."
Cain nodded, "I know the feeling. Look, you don't have to tell me what happened if you don't want to, but it might help if you talked about it."
Ambrose sighed and went over to uncover a machine that had a big glass tube viewer on it, similar to the one the evil Azkadellia used for sucking and viewing memories "You really want to know? I'll show you." He placed a clear crystal chip in the machine from a box sitting near it and a scene started to play.
"Ambrose, Ambrose! Come catch me, Ambrose!" Her light and airy voice called from behind a tree. She was beautiful, dark hair billowing around her in curls, wearing a pale yellow dress that seemed to flow around her, making her look like a nymph or some sort of angel.
Ambrose was smiling, blindfolded and feeling his way through the massive garden "I'm coming, Glenda, you can't hide forever…" He caught her up in his arms, lifting her off of her feet and spinning her round "I've gotten you, my love, now what?"
She giggled like a shy girl and pulled the blindfold from his eyes. "Come, I've made us a picnic." She led him by the hand to a beautiful white blanket under a massive willow tree in a clearing, which was laden with all sorts of goodies. "So, my love, when I am crowned queen, will you take your place at my side?" She said as he sat beside her.
"Hmm…" Ambrose said, picking up a exotic looking fruit and placing it to the princess's lips. "I think it can be arranged, my dear, if only you promise to dance with me until sunrise."
"Oh, Ambrose... of course, of course." She smiled at him lovingly and kissed him softly.
He reached into the pocket of his coat and retrieved something shining and silver. "For you, my future queen." He sat it on the blanket and it began to dance.
"OH, Ambrose! It is magnificent, where do you come up with these things?"
"You inspire me." He said, kissing her gently and leaning her back into the white blanket.
The scene faded away and Glitch, well, Ambrose took the chip out of the machine. "Azkadellia is my daughter… it happened before the Queen meet Ahamo and was married. I stayed the Queen's Advisor only because of her." Ambrose would not meet Cain's eyes, he didn't want Cain to see his tears.
Cain moved to stand in front of Ambrose and he put his hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I wish there was something I could do -"
Ambrose placed his lips to Cain's so fast that Cain didn't have time to react for a moment, then after a few seconds his lips parted and he let the other man explore his mouth. He closed his eyes, giving into the sensation of the kiss. It seemed to long since Cain had had something this intimate…and he was enjoying it. All too quickly Cain realized that this was Ambrose doing this and pushed himself away.
"Wait, Glitch, stop. I can't, you're my friend." Cain backed away, looking confused.
Ambrose's face screwed up in anger, "You know, you may have fooled Glitch with your little… flirtations, but you can't fool me. I'm no longer a half-wit. You want to play games? Fine… just go. I don't need anymore of this from you or anyone." Ambrose turned his back on Cain, hoping the other man would just take a hint and leave.