An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Hush you little noble -2

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Waiting...

He was...waiting.

It was not the fact that he was still doing so that annoyed him, he was well used to it by now from his times as a common grunt and even now as first child when his superiors commanded him and pulled his strings one step at a time...or twelve.

One had to wait for their decisions.

In fact, there were many ways and ways that one could wait.

With patience, weary, tired...or anxious like a mouse unable to see the cats paw about to descend over it.

Zenon knew each and every one of them, and looking at the way things were going he should be glad, or at least grateful with how easy it was going for him for the given moment. However, been stuck in this small room that connected the dressing room with the rest of the barracks was not one of those.

There was neither glory or glamour to be gained down here, no great objective or artifact waiting under the floor for his fingers to latch onto, and it lacked any of the grand sensation of importance that the royal palace held.

Still, he had thought that it could have been worse...

He had spoken too soon.

Now stuck with young lady of the household after following her dutifully where she knew that her new brother would be going after his big debut in the arena.

Zenon fought down the urge to sigh or pinch the bridge of his nose at the migraine coursing through his senses. Knowing full well that he would not be able to held that mask of the "good man" any longer if he did.

Lady Arisha Pendragon was......the last king of guest he would want to deal with.

Even that brat of Alexia was better company with her jabs, her pettiness and her insults...than this brain-dead little girl that was breathing the same air as him.

His words may have been harsh, perhaps even a little too hasty in labeling as such...but it was not like she had showed any ounce of genius in that thing hanging between her shoulders.

Each time she opened her lips only noise came out.

And there she kept going...

She had started with some small talk, mostly directed at him and what was his connections with the royals, which he had been more than ready and prepared to answer in kind.

It was only natural for her to try to inquire about more than the superficial information he had allowed her to gleam off from him.

But he soon realized that she was not trying to fish out anything to use against him, not some sort of contradiction or dirt or gossip he may have heard from his time among nobles and the royal sisters that someone of Airishas station would have drooled if not killed for.

Instead she had been more interested in knowing what where the likes and dislikes of the princesses, what kind of dress etiquette one needed to follow in their presence and how many parties took place in the royal ballroom.....before switching to start dreaming on her "amazing future self" and how well she was gonna live those days like a fairy tale...

He had almost felt insulted by it.

No, cross that.....he was insulted by it.

Never before he had wanted to kill someone for wasting their time so boldly only to be forced not to.