Aesthetic and the Animals

Episode 11 Days in the Sun

Episode 11 Days in the Sun

Belle French

We all had swords at the ready, blades pointed at our foes. Oh, how I never thought I'd be facing these boys. But here we all stood, at a standoff. It tore at me knowing that whatever had happened, it was quite too late to save them from it. I just had to hope it wasn't too late to fix it.

"What has happened to them, exactly?" I asked Chiffon in a breath out of the corner of my mouth.

"They have been Knighted. By powerful Silk, they are now stitched together." answered the lord.

"What does that entail?" Cotton flicked her eyes between Corduroy and Tartan.

"Might we talk about this when the matter is resolved?" Chiffon's face went dark, eyes hidden by shadows for a second.

"Right," my fingers curled around the hilt of my sword.

I watched the boys carefully. They had not moved an inch, and were observing us carefully. Oh, why did it have to be them? They were innocent in this matter. But now they'd become just two more victims.

"I'll fix this." I promised them. I vowed to myself I would do everything in my power to make this right. It wouldn't be my first curse.

"There's nothing to fix," said Knight Tartan.

"We're fine just the way we are." Knight Corduroy stated.

"It doesn't have to be this way," I was shaking my head. I had to try something, anything. Perhaps convincing them was a good option. It was better than fighting them.

"Yes it does." and they sprang. They vaulted the countertops between them and us, flying through the air with powerful agility. What surprised me was that their armor didn't weigh them down.

Chiffon's sword swept down in front of me, blocking what would've been a killing hit from Tartan. His one green kitty eye and other blue bear eye were that of a predator's. He wanted blood spilt. Chiffon had saved my life. The lord had his eyes narrowed in a glare, the two swordsmen locked in a heated impasse.

"I won't hurt you, Tartan."

"That makes one of us." and Tartan pressed his offensive until Chiffon was batted to the side like a fly. He was strong. Dangerously so. Now he came for me.

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Prince Tweed

We stood in what I'd call a kangaroo court of judgemental nobles of the Rose Court. I got it, I really did. After so long living under reign of precious Queen Cardigan, they'd learned to think they could get away with anything. It was always a simple game of appease the nobles with Her Majesty. I was really starting to resent her.

Adjusting the crown on my head, I looked around at the squabble. They were all so very upset Prince Animals was here and under my royal protection. Their respect was so hard earned. It was a falsehood put in place by a dead and buried Queen. The respect they showed for me was only given because she deemed it. Her last command. All the while, the nobles of the court bickered like children.

"He betrayed the Court. While he may be a prince, the Rose Court still holds the crown. We hold the authority to punish him for his crime."

So, we had decided Animals was a criminal now? Had to cast blame on somebody, right?

"And what should his punishment even be? Imprisonment? Death?"

I glanced at Animals, who had been standing between two guards the whole time. I was tired, and I knew my eyes conveyed that to him. He stood there, that nonplussed look oversetting his features. It was annoying. Everything was irritating. I was plain old fed up.