Little hat|Jack

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"Good Evening countess, looking as lovely a ever" Misfit compliment you, the long black ball gown you wore swayed as you stepped off the dance floor.

"Misfit, how nice it is to see you again" you slipped the thin ball room jacket up on your shoulders. The nights chilly wind swirled through the air,keeping everyone cool,"I hope my son isn't keeping you too busy"

"No ma'am, he keeps me by his side for most of the time,I- pardon me" he left,trailing just a bit behind the Bloody sword and his fiance. You'd never seen the woman's face before as she always wore a dark vail to hide her face.

"Getting a little close are we?" A deep voice said.

"If he's so close then why don't you do something about" You asked your husband, he was hiding from the crowds,letting you do all the work,the bum. He better rub your back after this!

"Countess,it is an honor to meet you" A local baron greeted,Vantes was his name. You were a good two heads taller than him,"I hate to interrupt such a fine evening but there is something I wish to discuss"

"Do you? Hm well it is getting a bit chilly,come I'll show you to one of our offices"

"Come now,It is a ball after all,There will be time for business later"

Vantas looked around,"Ah,Is the count here? I do not see him"

"Oh he's been Here the entire time," stepping closer to the baron you pointed down to your cleavage,"Look"

"M-my lady! I am a married man! I could nev-"

"Must you give away my hiding spot?"

Sandwiched in your breast was a small,hashbrown sized bat with a very familiar looking to hat sitting politely on his tiny head.

There was a cloud of red smog as counts banquets finally made his appearance. The smog swirled around you,protecting you from the elements. The count placed his larger hand over youf shoulder,long nails threatening to tear the top of your dress to shreds.

"Indeed I will,Well now that my husband has decided to stop hiding I'll let him handle your affairs,good evening gentlemen" you left,feeling the red eyed,longing gaze of your husband stating at you.

You'd coddle him enough for one night,he could handle a bit of work and pleasure.

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