He is My Master

40: Dance Dance Revolution

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"Finally!" Sonic and Shadow rose from the couch in one fluid, simultaneous movement, an action unnoticed by anbody in the hall, because at the same time, both large doors at the two ends of the hall had been opened and two processions entered. The crowd parted, revealing the red carpet connecting the entrances beneath their feet and looked on expectantly. Clothes were straightened, fur strands tugged away, a last few slaves hurriedly chased down and put on a leash again as everyone prepared to lay eyes on the two kings. Sonic could feel his heart beating faster, barely noticing how Shadow was attaching his own restraint again, the muscles in his legs tensing to rush forward, knowing he would be let go if he wanted to.

Then Shadow swore under his breath.

"Dammit. He still hasn't got it."

"What?" Sonic hissed back, looking at his dark-furred partner in disbelief. They were the only two people in the hall talking now, everyone else's attention caught up in watching the proceedings. Black Doom had entered the hall from the side of the throne, clad in more ornate robes than usual that reached down to the floor, concealing his lack of legs. On his head perched a bulging, black and red crown that shone wetly in the candle light and was encrusted with darkly shimmering precious stones, looking as if it had been dragged up from a cave underwater. Before him walked Lazar, carrying a small flag and a smug expression while being followed by four more servants holding some sort of brass instruments. They stepped aside and played a fanfare as Black Doom floated forward. From the other side neared what Sonic and Shadow presumed to be King Maximilian, who seemed to be a tall-grown squirrel of noble stature and expression, his light brown fur, white eyebrows and moustache immaculately trimmed. His clothes were less splendiferous than the alien king's, his blue uniform with the golden epaulettes and the silver sword more reminiscent of a highly decorated military commander than a royal but for the classic red velvet and white-rimmed cape he wore.

The lack of glamour on his part was more than made up for by his company, however; beside him walked another young squirrel (although she could have been a hybrid) who was a female and among the prettiest Sonic had ever seen. She had long auburn hair that appeared barely tamed by the braids put into it and instead flowed down her back elegantly. She was clad in a sky-blue long dress with a thin golden belt wreathed around her waist, but strode in a way that subtly suggested she was far from being as delicate and frail as she appeared. Her eyes were the same as her father's, as blue as deep water and as piercing as diamond, fixating her novel surroundings with quick, intelligent glances. Sonic took an instant liking to this Princess, and he could sense that Shadow at least considered this pair of royals worthy of a bit of his attention. They were accompanied by four armed warriors, led by a horse knight which seemed to be more of a formality, considering they were deep in another King's domain anyway. The two leaders stopped two metres in front of each other. Black Doom spoke first.

"I welcome you to my realm, King Maximillian," he rumbled, inclining his head the tiniest bit.

"I am grateful for your invitation," the male squirrel replied stiffly, forced to look upwards at the other. His daughter appeared scarcely less able to disguise her disgust at the monstrous' appearance of their host. "Let us hope it is for our countries' relationship's mutual benefit."

"I am sure it will be," Black Doom assured them. "After this dinner you should be more than convinced how unnecessary it would be to join Queen Aleena in her madness to eradicate our harmonious ways of living. But let us eat and drink first," he said, indicating the two throne-like chairs on one side of the hall at the left banquet table. "And perhaps your daughter Princess Sally would care for the company of my son tonight?" Black Doom shot a quick glance around the hall as he announced this, and Shadow realized that this was his cue and he stepped forward. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach as he sensed that apparently, his 'father' was far from giving up his marriage plans for him.