Valencia

I was surprised that the guard really thought that she would come down to their level to collect the paper. There were so many signs that gave away their true intentions, the biggest being that they came armed while claiming to come in the name of peace. Besides, what exactly could be so secretive that it had to be written on a piece of paper? There’s nothing about my Madame that I didn’t know already. I’ve seen her grow up from a young babe, blossom as she found herself in her teenage years, and adored her when she bloomed into a the full-bodied, seductive, and headstrong woman that she was now. And it was an honor to be her personal handmaid.

When she finally calmed down from her laughing fit, I looked at Madame Valencia for a sign of what to do next. She cleared the small stream of tears that came to her eyes and focused back on the guards that awaited her on the first floor. She brought her chin up high again, narrowing and sharpening her gaze, thinking about the next step. Everybody fell silent for a moment, the breeze from outside whispering through the manor.

“We don’t have all night,” the guard announced. He eagerly shook his fist that held the scroll and urged Madame Valencia to come down to collect the paper.

“Is the King still upset that I refused to sleep with him? I’m sorry, but I don’t have an interest in having a man of ‘small stature’ being anywhere near my naked body.”

I wanted to keep my composure, but I couldn’t help but to snicker at the Madame’s comment about the King. She looked back at me and snickered with me, “See what I did there?”

The other guard began to tremble, his teeth grinding together in a building anger. Letting his emotions get the best of him, the guard did the mistake of unsheathing his scimitar and rushed up the stairway, “Don’t you dare mock the King!”

The first guard shouted out to his comrade, “Harken, don’t! Did you forget who we’re talking to?”


Copyright © 2019 by Luka Tatsujo

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