Random Self-Quarrells and arguments.

Short Stowey

Today is Friday, when I visit my brothers, The blacksmith, Jester, and the spire. My brothers are always so generous, listening to everything I have to say and giving me advice. They are great men. Each has yet to find a lady in companionship, and marriage. Same as I. I always knew one day one of us would find the perfect lady, and that would spark the rest of us to find one as well. But I never knew that day, would be today.

I found him, sleeping over the newly forged daggers he was ordered to have done. When the king wants something done, he wants it done right. Not to say the king is a dislikeable king, oh no. He's actually quite reasonable. As for his lovely queen, she deserves the best of the best. King Vatlen happens to be the best man, in her eyes. This brings me to a memory. Such a heartaching memory. You see, the queen was never seen as royal blood, until someone found it inside her. That someone was me. Way back in the day a little loner like me was wandering around the castle borders, pondering the fainthearted seperations from my most recent lady in hand. When a foreign traveller came through the woods with a glowing smile and sapphire eyes only I could see. I took her in, for she had no food, water or home. I sheltered her and her shy personality until it grew. That personality shone through my walls and rooftops and lured in every available man. I kept her away from the knocks on my door and the stomping on my footsteps until she learnt how to unbolt the entryway, and took a step into the real world once again. This time with full potential she stood before many. The first few admirers were unfit for the task at hand of having such beauty to love. That was until prince Nathaniel took a stand and a try at her hand. After winning her heart, they spent a good long while together, leaving me in the dust with my rags, and you with your riches. Whislt being with me I tried my hardest myself to win over your heart. When I had money offered to have you to themselves I declined, I gave up my high life and bet it all on you.
After a long year or so, she came back crying into my arms with a broken heart, just as sore. She wept and she wept until the tears revealed the true woman she was. I bowed before her as I wiped her eyes and face. "The royalty shows, just as much as your smile glows," I explain. The king rode by that instant determined to learn about the new royalty among us. That night she was gone, taken back from my arms. What was I to do?