Vampire Prince
Thread Topic: Vampire Prince
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Wilhelm walked out with two other chefs and gathered up the plates. He wrapped up the ham for later. Jack sat on the throne and looked out the window. He had once again awoken boredom sitting on the throne. He looked out the window. He'd just have to wait for the next meal at high moon
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Mildred repeated her thanks to the chefs and left the dining hall. She walked through the hall to her room, where she finally got changed in the dress Jack had brought her. It was more comfortable, and Mildred only just realised how scratchy and rough her old garments had been. After a while she'd gotten used to it, and the constant itch was more of a background noise.
Mildred stared at herself in the washroom mirror. She looked cleaner and slightly less raggedy. It made her smile, and then she walked down to where she remembered the throne room being and knocked on the door. -
Guards opened the door for Mildred. Jack was sitting on his throne watching the crescent moon move slowly across the sky. He thought of how fun a moonlit ball would be. Then he thought of how it would be with the fugitive. Jack sighed realizing the cloudiness of the memories wasn't changing the thinking about the fugitive
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'Hello,' Mildred said, looking up at Jack. 'May I enter?' In all the books she'd read, peasants had to ask before they entered a room where royalty sat. She hated to think of herself as a peasant, but she couldn't have been anything else.
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Jack looked over when he heard Mildred speak. "You don't have to ask if the doors are opened." He said. He was happy that Mildred showed up so that he didn't have to dwell on his thoughts. He looked back to the window as a cloud passed by the moon
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The books aren't being very helpful, Mildred thought as she nodded and stepped inside. 'Are you feeling better, Prince? And can I just call you Jack, because it's really a mouthful saying your full name.'
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"You may not. You may keep calling me prince but I do not let anyone call me Jack." Jack said. That was technically a lie however. He did let one person call him Jack, and look where that led him. It was pitiful in his eyes.
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'Alright,' Mildred said, not daring to ask why. 'I apologize for making you upset with the question I asked at dinner. Or lunch, I suppose as you would call it.' She'd almost forgotten it was nighttime, and stared out the window at the starry night sky. 'I do hope you're feeling better.'
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"it is alright I suppose. I should not have gotten so worked up." Jack said. He fiddled with his eye patch as he watched the moon. He picked up the goblet and felt the engraving. It was almost comforting to know his presence was around the palace, but it was also like a curse
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Mildred decided not to ask more about it, not wanting him to get upset again. 'So, I suppose I should try to entertain you while I'm here. Or at least talk to you,' she said, shifting her gaze from the window to the prince.
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"that would be nice. Believe it or not just sitting on a throne all night is extraordinary boring. That reminds me, how was the semlor?" Jack asked. He couldn't help but be curious on the quality of the dessert as it was his favorite. Frederick hated semlors saying they were 'diabetes in a bun's but Jack couldn't help but ask Wilhelm to make them occasionally. Wilhelm made only semlor for a week after Frederick left.
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'Oh, they were delicious,' Mildred said in a daydreamy tone. 'The best thing I've tasted in many years, I think.' She barely remembered when she was a small child and has proper meals and desserts, so to her the semlor and the other two courses of the dinner were like magic.
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"semlors are a delicacy truly fit for a king. As I remember a human king once died to a semlor." Jack said. He laughed as he remembered the tale of the king who died from a dessert. His brother used to tell it to him as a bedtime story but it was even funnier after he found out it was true
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Mildred chuckled. 'Really?' she asked between her giggles, barely believing such a thing. 'How?'
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"well, this old king of a place called Sweden held a feast one day, and the feast had semlors the king loved semlors so he ate lots and after eating mine he got terrible gas before outright passing away." Jack said. He laughed at the story and remembered someone he hadn't thought of for a long time, his brother.
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