"...Shall I call the maid?"
"Of course, and make sure she does a better job this time. Last time she left bloody little footprints all over the house. Then I was forced to make even more of a mess."
"It was only one, and she cleaned up everything else!"
"I'm sorry, would you care to repeat that?"
"I'll go get her. I suppose you want me to mind them while the servant cleans."
"Come here."
"O-okay."
"..."
A sharp intake of breath.
"..."
"There! I told you... I don't like your attitude. If you're not careful you'll end up hurt. Worse anyway. You don't want to end up like her do you? Ssh now, don't cry. Now go get the maid, you pathetic little man."
"A-as you wish, my Lady-"
"Queen."
"My Queen..."
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FantasyOur hammers are glass and our glasses are stone. We live on an ocean of smiles and bone. Breathe. Breathe. The ticking of a clock. In. Out. Tick and tock. Buzzing in chests and pumping through seas. Your father is coming. Don't let him see. The ant...
