"And so the brave mathematician slayed the evil Multiplication-ia and Division-dor with her pen for she heard it was a weapon far mightier than any sword. With shaky limbs she rose and wiped the perspiration from her brows. The battle was won, but the war was far from over. She pocketed her mighty pen and climbed upon her trusty steed Infinity. She took one last glance at her fallen opponents knowing that one day they will soon rise again stronger and more powerful than before. She vowed to return with more strength and knowledge for this battle was almost a dramatic defeat rather than a valiant victory. 'Till we meet again,' she whispered as she took off riding towards her kingdom to relay the current results of the war."
I look over to see how Juliette enjoyed her tale of mathematics only to hear her softly snoring on the grass beside me.
Well, I suppose I should have suspected that outcome when holding lessons after lunch.
My thoughts are interrupted by two high pitched shrieks of terror.
"Ahhhh! Phillipe get that nasty creature away from me!"
"Pierre take this revolting thing out of my hair, it took hours to curl!"
I sigh and make my way towards the commotion. When I reach the noise, I immediately see the root of the issue, Anastasia's sons, Phillipe and Pierre.
At nine and ten years old, Ana's boys have caused more havoc than Sophie, her twins, and the majority of the kingdom's prisoners combined. It never ceases to baffle me how much trouble the two cause when they are only in residence for three months of the year. Last summer they managed to blow the Miller's wheel to smithereens with gunpowder, steal every left shoe from the Cobbler's shop, and just so happened to 'borrow' our wealthy neighbor's prized black stallion for a horse race. Both shared the same blonde hair and sky-blue eyes as their parents and younger sister appearing as angelic as saints. However, those appearances are for naught as they are overridden with their devil-like and troublesome personalities.
It seems that the two boys decided to spend their afternoon tormenting their sister and cousin with field mice. A tame activity for them I must admit. I calmly walk over to Danielle and pluck the mouse resting on top of her chestnut curls with one hand while I drag the two culprits by the ear with the other.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow! What was that for?!" whined Pierre.
"Bloody Hell Smella we were just jesting!" Phillipe exclaimed. He believes he is being clever by stuffing the other mouse in his brother's back pocket but it is for naught because the rodent will clearly not stay still. Pierre hops from foot to foot in an attempt to hide the creature.
"Phillipe, as the older brother I know you know better than to curse like that. As for jesting, it is only acceptable to do so when the other party is laughing as well. Tormenting," I say with a glare "is when the teasers' are the only ones taking part in fun at another's expense."
Phillipe scoffed. "Well it is not as if they were actually hurt."
"Yeah they are perfectly fine and unscathed!" Pierre added. He was practically leaping like a ballerina by this point.
I hold out my free hand and patiently wait until Pierre sighs and drops the second mouse in my palm.
"Danielle and Adele may appear to look physically unharmed and a tad annoyed in their emotional state but I believe that these two," I hold up the two mice "are in complete distress after the stunt you both pulled."
The two boys share one glance with each other and burst out into laughter.
"Distress?!" They manage to choke out while holding their stomachs.
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The Forgotten Tale of a former lady named Ella
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