A/N: Time for a little chit-chat…
"MY BATH WAS RUINED BECAUSE OF WHAT?" Prospero indignantly replied. He stood holding a bath towel in his arms, dripping wet with water, in a blue bath robe with a few ladies clinging to his arm.
"S-sir…the R-Red D-Death…came and…a-almost took V-V-Virginia…" A servant stammered. Being in the prescience of an angry young prince is not somewhere where he wanted to be.
Prospero was speechless. The Red Death? That skull faced devil, that evil fiend terrorizing his citizens, ruining food supplies and tax money, and causing inflation? And in the city? And attacking his future wife?
Dismissing the ladies form him that were in the bath with him, he stalked over to the wooden chair in his room and sat down.
"How could this happen? I thought he may have given up…" Prospero sighed into his hands. This was unheard of in his realm! And in his father's time too!
"There was also another casualty. Her father General Friedrich died battling him. He was dragged off the carriage over the bridge and dropped to his death. The Lady Dulcinia is now a widow with her son Henry and Virginia." The servant backed away and bowed his head.
"A great tragedy. Well, we must make sure she is well guarded! Probably on her 16th birthday, even if he hasn't attacked her yet, her family should move into my care." Prospero murmured.
"Yes, my lord." The servant bowed again. "What shall I tell the advisers and commanders?"
"Tell them that there will be appointed guards to the last of the Medictail family at all times till she's married to me. Especially my betrothed, obviously The Red Death is after her more than any other human being. I shall attend the funeral whenever that may be." He sighed, leaning back in the chair relishing in the comfortable leather. Who wouldn't be stressed after your soon-to-be-queen in a few years was almost kidnapped? Especially if he knew that she was not really of the Medictail family?
The servant saluted and left through the doors, leaving Prospero to his brooding thoughts, and perhaps for him to finish his bath. Whatever he decided to do, he was Prince and could do whatever he wanted, whether or not it was an irresponsible action.
Prospero currently was left to the quiet of the tapestries, bookshelves and furniture of one of his many living rooms. He stared into space, a bit worried about his plan almost jeopardized, not caring for the loss of a good's man life and thinking about how he hated funerals.
There was a sound, like a footstep made by a heavy but soft boot. He perked up, wondering how the word heavy and soft boot came into his mind but that was what he thought he heard.
"Good evening, Prince Prospero." A velvety voice spoke in the darkness.
Prospero actually made a squeaking sound as he jolted and sat stiff and upright in the arm chair, looking around the darkened blue room of his home.
"Who goes there? Who ever you are you are intruding the private quarters of your Prince!" He hissed and scanned the room. There, in the dark blue corner stepped a figure in red.
"You are not my Prince, Vincent. I am your king." The skull-faced man spoke. He spoke in a dark tone of a young man. It was smooth, silky, and deadly.
"King? Oh, I suppose you are what they call The Red Death." Prospero gulped nervously before he sneered. The tall figure standing didn't seem that deadly. He just looked like a red-headed man…with piercing red eyes, a skull face with fangs and a red cloak and hat.
"I am more than the disease I spread, little prince. You should speak kindly to your elders. Humor me, I already killed the last man I was near." The Red Death placed his white gloved hand on the side of a coffee table, which conviently had some cold coffee in a teacup on it. The Red Death lifted it up and smiled at the robed Prospero.
"I have no time for chit-chat! You're work has been killing off my money making! The monarchy either starve or die from your pilfering plague! It's a nuisance and you'd better stop it." Prospero sneered more. "And as for Virginia, she's going to be mine not yours!"
"Virginia? Ah yes, that beautiful little girl. She will make a great woman someday. I cannot wait to meet her then. And then you know what my groom-to-be?" The Red death calmly stated as he breathed over the cold coffee, whereupon it immediately started boiling and steaming. "You will never marry her. You indulge too much in women, money, gambling and slowly killing off your people. She isn't just a woman you can have forever in your bed. She is a woman who will rule a new world…without you in it."
The Prince paused, thinking the red man's words over. Yes, he did have concubines, mistresses and such. In fact he planned to have them until his dying day, along with a queen. He couldn't help himself, making love just felt so good! In fact he was about to get laid in his bath but an annoying servant told him that a general died, Red Death was in the art museum and Virginia was traumatized for life.
"Who are you to tell me it's wrong? You're just some obsessed maniac, a psychopath who somehow conjures up demons and killer magic!" Prospero stood up yelling at the idiot man who condemned him for being an unfaithful man-whore.
"It is just your illiterate opinion you say. The fact is, I am a god. That 'killer magic' is indeed killer magic. It is my power. Who else can summon Decay and The Darkness for my bidding? Who has already killed hundreds of people? I have. You should respect me and respect all your fates. Someday you will die. Everyone will die. But she shall live and we will be god and goddess. The rest of your pitiful deities will die as my plague will reach them too in the end." The Red Death sipped at his hot coffee with only a hint of malice in the air around him.
Prospero growled at the impertinence, as he thought it was impertinence from The Red Death. Not only that but he drinking his coffee from this afternoon.
"I will triumph! I will find a cure and watch you wittle away and die, Virginia will be my wife and I will touch her any way I please! And you will be dead and exposited as a fraud!" Prospero started stalking over to the man, grabbing a vase with dead flowers in it.
"You have humored me enough today. I bid you ado till the next time." The Red Death set the coffee down to the table and started backing away.
"Get back here! I want to see you bleed! I know you're just a man!" Prospero roared, throwing the vase.
It passed through The Red Death, for he had already turned into shadow and slinked away…with a hearty, low laughter through the castle's walls.
A/N: Oh noes! OO
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