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"your job is to make those nobels laugh till tears prick their eye, or do you wish to starve another night, boy?"
My eyes snap open, the cold dread of old memories still clinging onto me despite all these years. I made up way to the grant halls, the tranquilly of night makes the royal castle feel haunted, well...i believe it is haunted by the previous royal family and those who served them...
i may as well be the last alive to properly remember those days...and survive..
The kingdom of Astoria hold many precious elements, yet, the kingdom drowns in blood. I do find the king a disgusting man, a liar, deceitful, yet...a tyrant pretending to be god has fooled or rather *shut* the mouths of common people.
But my intrest lies elsewhere...
The Prince. Theodore Astoria. My Theo.
well he doesn't know he's mine, yet.
The Prince is not as spoiled as I initially assumed, no no he's far more curious. He is an excellent swordsman, training with royal guards all afternoon, the evenings he makes his way to the library, ah yes the Astorian Royal Library is know for having knowledge no wast and diverse it is said.to be a powerhouse of knowledge.
Yet.. the little prince comes every evening, searching for the one thing that library doens't hold, History of Astoria, oh what a shame.
I slip away from the throne room after my performance, just in time to catch the wisp of the prince's white hair to beyond the corner. The prince seems to be sharper than i assumed as he caught onto my presence just as he reached the entrance. Though my prince is quiet charming that if i hadn't teased him a bit it would have felt utterly unfair
"What books does his majesty prefer?", I asked trailing behind as the Prince walks into the library
"Plants", My Theo is a terrible liar, the boy's intrest in plants die out when the plant is not pretty.to look at, or lovely to smell. Royals..
"ahh.. what kind of plants?", I egg on because I'd love to see such a composed facade crack
The prince turned to respond, likely tell me off, but I'm quite bold, i instantly seize the opportunity and stepped closer, funny how I tower over him, i leaned down, a hushed whisper, "doesn't the prince know that the plants don't change after blood is spilled, but people do?"
I can see his face, confused but mind racing to figure out what I truly meant by that, my adorable little songbird...
"The History of Astoria may be burned from books and scriptures... But the lives led by humans for centuries cannot be erased so easily, you just need to know where to look"