The hall was long, creepily long
The ceiling was a mile above you, curved upwards
The carpet was a deep wine red, though some of the color was lost
Tall concrete statues lined on either side of the hall
'Creepy' you think off put by how everything had a gray tint and looked dead
You see the statue of which he sat, the king
He, from what you read about him, was a man who could not be pleased easily,
He had a stoic look to him, his eyes narrow and sharp
He had a long gray beard with a white streak, the same with his hair, which was raven black with a white streak on the side
A simple iron and redwood crown adorned his head
The statue the thrown was built into was of a knight with full armor, a sword held in front of him that made up the back of the thrown
It was, in reality, simple, but held authority and power
"What is the reason for your need of my audience" he said, his voice deep and rough
"I was told you were in need of another (maid/butler)" you state, bowing before him
"Y/N I take it?"
"Yes your majesty"
"Very well then, your sleeping chamber is at the end of the hall on your right" he sighs tiredly
"Thank you, your majesty" you say, bowing again before starting off down the hallway
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(A/N) I KNOW THE CHAPTER IS SHORT and a bit late but (insert fancy british voice) twas busy, hope you can forgive me
Hope you have a good morning/afternoon/evening/night:)
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Traveler
Non-Fictionpeople write stories about them or a character they made in another universe, but what would that actually be like? what if you, were the one going to other dimensions to others stories with one goal in mind, keep the timeline on track.
