Stories tagged “Royalty”
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The Queen's Wrath
The driver pulls back the reins, and the carriage comes to a stop with a plodding of hooves and a stirring of dust and dirt. The horses’ nostrils flare and they whinny nervously. The group of men on horseback surround the cart, demanding the driv...
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Fire Within: part 1
Sleep would not come this night. She sipped her fragrant tea, watching some last yellow flames flicker before guttering out. Her fire burned lower now - most of the blaze was long since gone. All night she had sat there, staring at the flames. As she s...
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Fire Within: part 2
She tried to re-compose herself, but it was impossible now; cold had penetrated to her core. She sat atop a bleak and desolate peak, and neither airs and graces nor steely determination could make a palace of it. She huddled closer to the rock at her b...
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Work Experience
Georgina sat awkwardly in her father’s vast stone chair. The velvet-covered cushion was too thin – already her buttocks ached. Her new clothes itched and her headgear was getting heavier, she was sure. She sighed and looked over the list ag...
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Bricking it
King Karl looked the tall architect squarely in the knees, exasperated. “Bob, what the fuck?” Bob’s knees squirmed awkwardly under the King’s well-practiced scrutiny. It had been a long time since one of his castles had collapse...
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Flight Options
The Guard saluted, tapping fingertips to armored brow before whistling into the night air. The response was almost immediate. Thick spade-like leaves, red and gold in turn, rustled. The Dominion-plant covered much of the ground, even here. The reason f...
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Outrageous Commands and Contrasting Demands.
“Oh, this is really quite dull,” declared the bored Queen. “Just bash in his skull. I don’t want him seen.” With a start and a hop, the nearest poor fop Ran straight for the fellow wearing trousers of yellow, And, right in...
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Wondering About Love and Queens
He wasn’t sure why he loved the queen, but he was sure it had something to do with the fact he was in a royal world. Why not love a queen? On legs as unsteady as his resolve, Morris paced the ornate carpet, window to door, bed on one side, wardro...