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sidhe_faerie) wrote2018-01-23 09:34 am
sidhe_faerie) wrote2018-01-23 09:34 am
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29. Caretaker
29. Caretaker
Sir Norman walked the ancient corridors of the palace. He knew that his presence meant nothing in the grand scheme of things but he liked to think that his nightly walk helped keep the sovereign safe.
While he walked, he remembered the parties and the guests that had visited the palace. Everything was in grand fashion of course.
One exception was that princess from the country that he can never remember the name of. She was a bit of a loon. Her visit was interesting at least if not scandalous.
Sir Norman walked into the great hall and looked around. The remnants of the feast from the night before had been cleared away but he could still smell the roast pig and the apple dumplings. The sovereign loved his food.
He held the lamp that he was carrying high to make sure there were no intruders. He gasped when he saw the sovereign sitting in a corner alcove. He immediately bowed.
“Is that you, Sir Norman? The king smiled at the old man. “Good to know you are on your rounds this night. The palace is far too quiet for my comfort. Perhaps and your lamp will chase away the feeling of dread in the air.”
“I do what I can, Sire.” Sir Norman looked up to see the king coming his way. “May I light your way to your chambers?”
“No. I know these halls almost as well as you do. I will keep you no longer.” The king patted him on the shoulder. “I must be a man and face my angry queen alone.”
“I shall pray for your soul, Sire.” Sir Norman blushed. “I had a wife once, you know. She was a very formidable woman when she was angry.”
“Aren’t they all? But we can’t help but love them with all our heart” The king laughed and walked out the door.
Sir Norman watched as the king walked out. Some things are the same king or commoner. An angry wife is one of them.
Sir Norman walked on to the next room. The castle was large and the night was short.
Sir Norman walked the ancient corridors of the palace. He knew that his presence meant nothing in the grand scheme of things but he liked to think that his nightly walk helped keep the sovereign safe.
While he walked, he remembered the parties and the guests that had visited the palace. Everything was in grand fashion of course.
One exception was that princess from the country that he can never remember the name of. She was a bit of a loon. Her visit was interesting at least if not scandalous.
Sir Norman walked into the great hall and looked around. The remnants of the feast from the night before had been cleared away but he could still smell the roast pig and the apple dumplings. The sovereign loved his food.
He held the lamp that he was carrying high to make sure there were no intruders. He gasped when he saw the sovereign sitting in a corner alcove. He immediately bowed.
“Is that you, Sir Norman? The king smiled at the old man. “Good to know you are on your rounds this night. The palace is far too quiet for my comfort. Perhaps and your lamp will chase away the feeling of dread in the air.”
“I do what I can, Sire.” Sir Norman looked up to see the king coming his way. “May I light your way to your chambers?”
“No. I know these halls almost as well as you do. I will keep you no longer.” The king patted him on the shoulder. “I must be a man and face my angry queen alone.”
“I shall pray for your soul, Sire.” Sir Norman blushed. “I had a wife once, you know. She was a very formidable woman when she was angry.”
“Aren’t they all? But we can’t help but love them with all our heart” The king laughed and walked out the door.
Sir Norman watched as the king walked out. Some things are the same king or commoner. An angry wife is one of them.
Sir Norman walked on to the next room. The castle was large and the night was short.