{~-Heavenly Veil-~} Rusame Love Story

Your Highness

The coastal breeze drifts into the lush greenery that blooms across the island borders of Albion Imperium. Prosper with cities, towns and distant homes that all bask in the cool summer skies and spring blessed trees as they center around the glorious white castle embroidered with gold trimmings and oceanic tinted windows.

Peace ran around the clear airs as people within Albion Imperium enjoyed their moments with one another. But this; was indeed not said the same for the servants under the roofs and trapped in the walls of the luxurious castle.

"We must hurry-!"

"Did you set the meals for the following days to come?"

"I have not!"

"Lord save us all."

"Are the windows cleaned!?"

"Where are the brooms!? I swear upon the one who placed them elsewhere, they will certainly have their heads rolling down the carpets!"

"Calm down, calm down- we must first check each rooms. I am positive we will find them eventually."

The servants ran like mice around the castle halls and sweat coldly slipped down their heads as they made do with what they had. Of course, even with the lost and misplaced items, a certain someone muffled their giggles; and soon they skipped the halls of royal red carpets along with the passing of vases holding tender tudor roses. He plucks one out the vase, twirling as he smelt the flower's fragrance with a sweet sickening smirk set across his lips. Then he carelessly tossed the flower over his shoulder and it dropped to the floor, center of the red carpet for all to see.

He continued to stroll the halls in an overly merrily manner.

A butler is quickly pacing out the room and sees the happy person passing by. "Your highness!" He calls out whilst wiping his sweat away with a handkerchief.

The prince turns around with a beaming smile. "Yes?"

"Are you aware of where the brooms may be? We have been searching all over the place for them but they just can not be found!" His voice rose with desperate concern that added humor to the prince's mood.

He brought his balled up hand under his lips as he let out a laugh. "Now why; as the royal prince of the great and esteemed British Empire, would I have any knowledge of the whereabouts of your brooms?"

"Ah- I am so sorry your highness!" The man bowed immediately. "I did not mean to condemn you in any kind of way! Please allow me to continue my search."

"You are dismissed." The prince said and the butler internally sighs with relief just before turning to leave. The prince watches him with clear ocean blues- finally open to the world as a sly smile crept over his lips. "Even after so many years none of these servants care to even consider their mischievous prince to arrange a new spot for the brooms." He shrugged his shoulders. "I do wonder what all the fuss is about. They are all running around like headless chickens." He hums whilst turning to resume his amble walk.

What to do, what to do. I could go meet with the old man- it is infuriating how he always tells the servants the big news but not his own blood.

The prince- once merrily pleasure, twisted into a sour frown dripping with a pensive atmosphere around him. "Then again, who wants to be related to that jackass?" His eyes rolled and his arms folded as he stopped at the end of the hall that opened to three pathways. Left-Right-Forward.

Soon, a ranging voice grew louder and louder with the following of steps growing like a stampede.

"YOUR HIGHNEEEEEEEEESSSS- ACK!"