Overlord Gizmo
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- Posted: Fri, 06 Jul 2012 05:15:27 +0000
The atmosphere filling the entirety of Shazgard’s royal compound was tense and still. When the queen was angry, even if she chose to remain silent, it was almost impossible for anyone on the grounds not to be affected by it. The fact that it was in the middle of the festival week was the only reason any form of cheer could even begin to surface. The royal children of Shazgard and Zuleidi wore tight, careful expressions; minding their manners for the first time that anyone could remember. The day before, their ‘play’ (if that was what one could truly call it) had gotten a bit out of hand, landing them in Queen Dinora’s private garden. It was well known that cultivating a garden in the intense heat of the Red Fields was an incredibly difficult task. If one was to go about the effort required, it was usually for vegetables, herbs, or other things of use. Flower gardens were a luxury known to very few, and the queen was one of them.
Children being children, the garden had been trampled. The discovery of the destruction had so enraged Dinora, that there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that, had the culprits not been the royal children, they would have lost their heads. Instead, she had to settle for reprimanding them in a more traditional manner. But she did so personally. There were rumors floating around that said even grown men would break down into tears after a verbal lashing from that woman.
Jean-Baptiste was one such male figure that was intimidated by the queen of Shazgard. He’d been so rigid and silent during the scolding that it seemed that her gaze was practically turning him to stone from the inside-out. To him, she was simply terrifying, something that no other woman in the world could ever hope to be in his eyes. The young man could barely bring himself to eat that night in front of her, the King, and his own parents. He was the quietest anyone had ever seen him. Gerard was pleased.
Sitting beside Jean, Zaara watched the kitchen door out of the corner of her eye. She felt the smallest measure of relief when she saw Kora enter the dining room and take one of the empty seats. The two shared a look for a moment, trying hard not to grin. It had been Jean’s fault they had ended up in her mother’s garden, so the older Shasta had come up with an idea of getting back at him. Early that morning, she had gone down to the kitchens, and taken a tiny vial of the strongest spice they had. Traditional food in Zuleidi wasn’t nearly as spicy as some of the dishes in Shazgard. Come festival season, they usually had to substitute certain ingredients to accommodate their guests delicate palettes.
When no one was watching, she had given the vial to Kora with very specific instructions: put the spice into Jean’s food just before dinner. The brat prince was so scared of Zaara’s mother, that he was terrified to breathe too loudly in her presence. She had been waiting all day for this, and now that Kora was at the dinner table, she knew that the task was complete. All they had to do was wait.
For a while, the young prince simply stared down at the plate of food in front of him with a slightly worried expression on his face. It was a sort of Shasta bird or pig. Something stewed, with some grainy stuff covered in sauce, and some tropical fruits he couldn’t pronounce. It looked good, but all he did was stare down at it because after the scolding, his appetite had fought its way out of his belly and flown far, far away.
“Jean, darling,” The gentle voice of Zuleidi’s queen tried to muster him. More often than not, she could always tell if there was something wrong with him. The boy looked up at her from his plate and shook his head quickly. He was nearly the spitting image of his mother, except that she had waves in her hair, and his was straight as his father’s. “You haven’t eaten since breakfast. At least put something in your stomach before you go to bed.”
Making much effort to not make any eye contact with the Shasta queen, who was sitting right beside his mother, he put his attention back to his plate of food and even went so far as to pick up his fork and push things around. With hesitance, the prince picked up a good portion of the sauced rice and roast bird and stuffed it in his mouth. Chewing slowly, an intense heat began to develop on his tongue. He continued to chew, expecting it to go away, for he knew that Shasta food was sometimes a bit spicy. When it didn’t, he grabbed his goblet, which was filled with some kind of fruit juice and gulped some of it down. It didn’t help.
Knowing not what the girls had done, he mistakenly caught sight of his mother’s stare, and took another bite of the food without even realizing it. He began to sweat and cleared his throat, trying not to draw any more attention to himself.
“You’re turning red, are you sure you’re alright?” Jeannette was right; his cheeks were flushing intensely, and even his eyes were beginning to redden and water. The boy began tugging on the cuffs of his sleeves.
“Its just a little hot, is all,” He replied with a shaky voice. “May I-- water... please!”
Both of the girls sitting at the table were biting the insides of their cheeks in an attempt to retain their composure. With the Shasta queen sitting at the table, as well as the rest of their parents and other authority figures, they couldn’t let on that anything was amiss. Dinora was already in a mood foul enough to curdle fresh milk. Zaara watched Jean out of the corner of her eye from her seat, her jaw beginning to ache from trying not to laugh.
Jeannette looked to her husband, who had a souring expression on his face as he watched the young prince guzzle down as much water as he could, paying no attention as it dripped down his chin and onto his fine clothing. He could practically feel the Shasta queen’s glare on him, so he calmly set the water down and tried to regain his composure. Still, his entire mouth, throat, and anything else that had come in contact with the food felt like it was on fire. Jean’s face looked to be a mess. He couldn’t stop sniffling, and tears welled up in his eyes beyond his control. He tried his best to look normal, to no avail.
Jean was making himself look ridiculous. Kora came very close to exploding with laughter. The only thing that stopped her, was when Zaara had reached under the table to pinch some of the exposed skin on her arm. It stung and made the younger princess flinch slightly, but it helped to keep her from laughing. The queen was just as mad at them as she was at Jean. They couldn’t afford to make spectacles of themselves any more than he could.
“They must have accidentally given him something spicy.”
“Quit babying him,” Gerard snapped back at his wife, then glared at his son once more. “Quit messing around.”
With a whimper, the young zuleidan brought his hands up to wipe the tears from his eyes, not realizing that he’d gotten some of the sauce on his fingers. Soon, the burning hit his eyes even worse than it hit his throat. He could barely open them now. Without enough water to stop the burning, the boy let out a shriek of a cry and bolted from the table, out of the dining hall’s curtains until he found the nearest vessel of water to dunk his head in. It happened to be a bird bath, complete with birds, who were barely startled by him, as shown by a swallowtail, who perched itself on his blonde head as he soaked his face.
Gerard and Jeannette were left in shock as their son ran from the table and promptly embarrassed himself in front of the rest of the staff. The woman ran after her son, and his father gave an apprehensive look towards Dinora and Basilio before leaning over the table to take Jean’s plate and taste a spoonful of it.
The princesses were almost incapable of containing their laughter. The sisters pinched each other under the table, and tried their hardest to retain solemn expressions. Expressions that soon became very real. Horror reflected in their eyes and their faces paled, when they saw the king of Zuleidi reaching to take a bit of Jean’s food. Zaara almost spoke up to stop Gerard, but bit her tongue. She couldn’t say anything without revealing what she and her sister had done. So... the two both looked on with silent mortification when the king brought the spoon of food to his mouth.
Suffice to say that the King of Zuleidi was the next person running outside for relief.