It hurts
My eyes sting
My body aches
I want to go home
I want to be safe and sound
I want them all back...
I sell my soul to you demon
I want you to relinquish them in pain, just like I have succumbed to today.
I turn my back on any God there is, and I put my soul into your mercy, may the contract symbol the deal we have made today...
*
I awoke in a distressed manner, plush sheets falling off of me as I sprung up, ready to face what as made me so uneasy.
Alas, just like the many nights before, it was all a reimagining of what took place the many moons ago, and the only revolting thing that stood in my chambers,
Was Sebastian.
"Good morning young master, guessing your dreams haven't been treating you very well?" the long-haired raven spoke as he poured me a cup of tea. A Nasty smirk plastered on his face, Bellend knew exactly what my dream was about.
Without answering his question I rolled over on my stomach and propped up my head with an arm. Before he could ask me what I wanted for breakfast I grabbed a scone and ate it wall watching his hands move around the tray carefully.
"Sebastian, give me the agenda for today," I said as he went to change my shirt.
"You have a meeting with some Sponsors from France today at around 18:00, so I'll be tending to the manor for that, as for the morning and evening events, you must get that invention signed for your appearance the ball on the 14th."
"Just decline it and get it over with." I sighed as I slowly spun my ring around my finger.
"Im afraid I cannot do that sir, "
"And why not?"
"Its a ball for your dear cousins birthday, Elizabeth Milford." My spinning froze as I glared up at him with an exhausted expression of "are you fucking joking" moment. Sure after some time, me and Lizzy's marriage had been repealed, yet that has failed to end her annoying obsession over me.
"Now now young master, you mustn't harm your reputation with the public now, would you?"
Some people in the world just have an irritable, almost punchable face, don't they?
"No... We mustn't..." I forced out
*
My office was quite bare, for as extravagant as the books and items wherein here, after countless hours of sitting and sorting through paperwork, it gets... Boring. Even though it was boring, it was strangely comforting to be alone in a room you know every inch of.
After finishing up the last of my work I finally left my office for lunch. Hunger not striking me in the least, I sat down at the chess table and pondered some moves for a while. Didn't recall to me how long I was sitting in the quiet manor till I felt a slight push on my shoulder, awakening me once again.
"Young master, I have some extremely important news for you, " the voice I had learned to remember, Sebastian, had a sense of urgency in it.
I sat up straight to see two British Soldiers standing not far away from my chess table. Senses alert I greeted them with full respect.
"Good evening Earl, we have come to discuss some news of the utmost importance."
"Hm?"
"Last night our beloved queen was struck down from unanswered circumstances, and in her will, she had some important business that must be done with you."
"Go on." Call me heartless but the hag was In her 100s by now, who wasn't expecting this.
"Well... She seems to have... Well, you see,"
"I don't have time for your blabbering, im diligent and have a corporation to run, spit it out already, " I barked once again.
"Sire, " now spoke the much timid second one, "Your Majesty has put you heir to the throne, "
My chess pieces scattered as the white queen fell from my fingertips, taking down a few soldiers with it.
"I see.."
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the mess of a chess team in front of me
There laid the white queen on the floor, some soldier along with her
And there stood in the middle a black king, along with one, faithful, soldier next to him.
"Well, " I looked up at the two shook soldiers standing at my mercy.
"What a fun game this will be."
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Hi! Hope u enjoyed! I tried to use as much Noble British vocabulary as I could, apologies if I got any of it wrong. anyways look forward to a new chapter sometime, im not on any upload schedule currently so 🧍♀️ just kinda when I post lmao
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