I don't know if this will count, since it's already the 25th for some places, like the east coast (I didn't see an exact ending time, like 12:01am EST, etc.. Then again, I could be blind), but it's only 10pm for me =P. If it doesn't count, that's all right, but if it does, here it is:
“Salutations!”
Of all things, that fat oaf had to be here of all places, greeting people in his annoying high-pitched voice. I had only met the stupid boy once before, when I first arrived, and I already loathe him a great deal. I said nothing in hopes that he would forget about me and move on to his next victim. I was sure I could hide in the crowd, or busy myself with watching the ladies twirl around in their elegant dresses. Perhaps even stand behind one of the large stone pillars, because I, unlike some people, can hide behind them. Just imagine if that walking vat of lard tried to do so…
He surely wouldn’t be able to weave his large body between the dancers, which allowed for an easy escape. Although it is rather annoying to be bumped into by an elbow, or foot, standing in the middle of the sea of dancers was the safest option. At the front of the room was an entirely different annoyance all together. Edmund would surely “bless” me with his presence. Continually saying, “Nicholas, my dear boy!” It’s Nicolai. Nicolai! That fool. He should be a jester, not a king. That is, If the fools would even have that incompetent failure.
“You’re looking quite joyful today!”
That voice…how did he get past the wall of dancers…and what is he eating? How disgusting, half chewed meat dripping from his chubby lips, “Go eat somewhere else, like outside with the dogs.”
“Want some?”
“How can you ask such a thing? Why are you talking to me? Go away.” I whirled around on my heel and ducked under the arched arms of a few guests, but it was too late. The horrible sound of bones crunching, and slurping sounds that meat should not make was already stuck in my mind. Every time I closed my eyes I could see Georgie’s red lips, devouring what appeared to be the leg of some sort of bird.
That entire family should be destroyed. Words cannot express how…
“Nicholas! My dear boy, how…”
I hid a cringe as I slowly turned to face the king. I did not allow myself to hear the rest of what he was saying. I could barely bring myself to keep looking at his unshaven face. His lips were still moving, and all I could do was remind myself that this would all be over soon, and perhaps tomorrow I would at least find sometime to recover from this traumatic event that was supposed to be celebrating my arrival, and allow me to meet my new family. All it showed me, was what I was going to be trapped with for quite sometime.
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