Thorn in his Side

A Princess Day

Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail but Spawnling (Scimitar Layla Tartaros) is mine. Enjoy a chapter from her POV and as a note this happens 3 and half years after the last chapter. She is now four.

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Scimitar was done being in bed, the sun was up and that meant she was free to leave. She got out of her heap of purple blankets and stepped on the plush purple area rug by her bed. The demonling stretched and yawned, lifting her small hands high above her head.

She had a good night's sleep, having been tucked into bed and read stories by her mother and father. As usual she fell asleep to her father's deep voice as he read her this charming tale about a little girl who murdered a wolf that ate her grandmother. Scimitar loved those stories, but he would only read them when mother was not in the room. They were not considered "demonling friendly" according to mother.

Her first order of business was to find her favorite non-parental figure, least he would tell her more stories, without censorship. Scimitar grabbed her white unicorn slippers and black robe on the way to her small bathroom to handle the morning duties.

After doing her due diligence, brushing her fangs, brushing her hair, and washing up she felt ready to go handle her uncle. Walked around the castle, waving her hellos at the staff that were doing the usual cleaning and chatting. They all would bow and smile to her and as father explained it, it was most wise of them to do this.

Scimitar stood before the black wood door and pushed it open, the room was dark, but her vision didn't mind. She was glad she could see in darkness because this room was always a mess and no servants were allowed in here. She navigated through the mine field of clothes, plates, shoes and was that a severed head?

The little wooden stool next to the bed was tipped over and she righted it before stepping on it to climb into the bed. Her target was the large lump under the grey comforter in the center of the massive bed. She crawled up to it and watched how it slowly lifted up and down. Scimitar smirked as she slowly stood up, her prey would not catch her this morning.

The bed was plush, making her balance off a little and she held her arms out to her side to steady her as she readied. As she blinked the grey lump moved suddenly and she yipped as she was pulled under the mass. Scimitar laughed as fingers started tickling her sides and a gruff voice whispered, "nice try mini-Mardette."

He kept tickling her and she trashed under the assault, laughing like crazy. "S-stop!"

"Nope, you started this shit," he said before he lifted her pajama top a little and blew a raspberry on her tummy.

They played under the blankets for a few more minutes until Scimitar was out of breath and her skin was over heated. Her uncle removed the blankets and she was grateful to have cleaner air that didn't smell like his sweat and whatever else got on his sheets. Uncle Warlord yawned and blinked his one eye before he ran a hand through his maroon bed head and grinned at her.

"You're the best alarm clock," he said before he pinched her cheek, making her frown, and slid out of the bed.

"You are more fun than father, he is..." she pursed her lips and looked for a word in his language.

"Grouchy when he doesn't get woken up by your hot mama. We all know this." He teased with a grin on his face. Scimitar loved that grin it promised mischief and uncensored ways of speaking. She learned more about adult things and fun words from him than anyone else.

She loved her parents, but her mother censored everything in a crazy bid to keep her young. Her father pushed those limits but would stop before a magical boundary would hit. Scimitar was still trying to figure out that boundary because it was confusing. Disemboweling was fine but certain words, she thought they were called swear words, were not and anything more than a kiss was also not allowed.