I may have not told you and again it is of little importance. I have thrown parties for those of greater wealth in my beautiful mansion. A joy that I do desire often is that the beautiful woman who carries her swords would one day at some point in time decide upon yours truly. She in all things I hold important does not appear to notice me but has noticed those less fortunate which is truly foolishness. Why would any person desire a jester when they may have access to a King? But she does not seem to think like those who have great wealth which is truly a trivial conundrum. She is much like the man whom I call Mr. Smithsdale who I will not speak of any further at this time.
Let me tell you reader that my parties are lavish. With the most bedazzling of colors and music that is played by our greatest artists of our time. The wine is spectacular, and the food is fantastic. Those of whom need a bath before such an event are left to the houses out back that have been covered by trees and bush then shaped into animals with doors at the very center. During times of historical festivities we often clad these smaller homes with the most beautiful ornaments in celebration. I do not care for such things other than that everything that I do will outshine my down hill neighbors.
Now these gatherings that I do once a month and at other times often bring many from all parts of the world. Kings and queens. Princes and princesses. Those in parliament and nobles of all sorts who wish to both feast and dance with someone like I. And yet, this one lady only attends to speak on some of the difficulties of the poor in their nations and the importance of helping those in need. Beautiful but foolish I often wonder if she fell upon her head and lost her common sense.
It was only a few days ago that I was astonished that some of these fellows decided to entertain her speeches and agreed to plans that she had devised instead of focusing on what was important at this great festivity. Me!
How could she dare to take what is rightfully mine. Their gazes should be upon this gorgeous specimen. Instead, she has taken their gaze away and onto those things that should not even be mentioned. I shall retire early and let them enjoy their time here as I have had quite enough of this evening experience. I could only hope that upon leaving they all fall down this grand hill and break every bone in their body. With the exception of hers of course. I shall never desire evil to fall upon her. Her beauty is truly something that I admire and I would not desire for that to be wasted until after I have tasted of her.
My Butler shall take care of things for now. I shall enjoy a new day as I think towards new found treasure.
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