POV: Paul
Cheryl was the first person I contacted when I left my house and descended into the bustling streets of Glitterous. I sent her an urgent message about my desperate need to get into the castle, and being the nosy old hag that she is, she asked why. I cried out in frustration, startling nearby people on the streets. I didn't have time for this, so I told her I would inform her of my plans at the castle.
Cheryl reluctantly agreed and told me to meet her on the south side of the castle near the servants entrance. She also added that I should stay away from the guards (who wore unnecessarily bright yellow leotards) and NOT get caught. Thanking the gracious lord above me, I kindly regarded Cherly and expressed my deep appreciation for her help.
Her response told me to shut up and get on with it, as her break was nearly over and her majesty was awaiting his second glass of champagne and bubbles. Exiting the chat, I placed my phone in my pocket and sped down the street, the sun gleaming brightly in my eyes as I looked up at the hill I was awaiting to climb.
POV: Sam
Having finished my dancing and singing with Mickey, I slouched on my velvet covered throne and stared longingly out the window at the glistening city of Glitterous.I couldn't tell who was out there, the abundance of people made it hard to point out a specific face. But the hair made it easy.
It was my Breachy! His shiny orange hair was strikingly handsome amidst the crowd. He was head down and on a mission. Where was he going? "CHERYL!" I bellowed, my voice echoing around the throne room, "WHERE IS MY GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE AND BUBBLES!"
"Coming Empress!" Her shrill voice cried out in reply, followed by the sound of her light footsteps. Cheryl appeared in the doorway with a glass in her hand, dust was peeling away off her skin and fluttering to the floor like dead leaves from an old tree.
She scuttered forward and handed me the glass, before turning around to exit. "Where are you going?" I asked curiously, "don't tell me you're trying to sneak Quran back into the castle so you can do Unholy things in the bedroom." Cherly stopped and turned, "of course not your highness," Cheryl said forcefully, "Quran is busy at home doing God knows what, I don't have time to sneak him in today, I have cooking to do."
I eyed her suspiciously. "Very well then," I said, "be on your way and don't bother me until four o'clock exactly when you are to bring me my third glass of champagne and bubbles."
She gave me a nod of her head and descended back to the servants quarters.
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Unholy Breaches
ContoIn the luscious city of Glitterous lives a very ordinary Paul Breach. His life is boring, his name is boring, just everything about him is BORING. He does the same thing every day. Daydreams about the great and almighty sparkling Sam Smith. The spa...
