Scribblings

Just a collection of various stories I began with no intention to finish, or answers to writing prompts. Enjoy! Please visit my author page on FB! facebook.com/author.anrisaryn Also note, some of these may be removed later if I feel the urge to expand on them!

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61. Prisoner Troubles

     The sound of shattered glass strewn across the floor. The shards tinkled like little stars in the wake of the terrifying sound.
         "Are you sure?"
         Domiti looked down at the messenger as he stood below the dais where she sat in the throne.
         The messenger nodded, a sober expression on his face.
         "Bring the guards in at once," Domiti told her attendant Rudolpho, who always stood near her in some way.
         Five guards filed in, their armored feet clanking on the marble floor. Though they were dressed in chain mail and looked ready for battle, they appeared nervous, as if they sensed something was wrong.
         "The prisoner has escaped," Domiti explained. "Find her as quickly as possible."
         The guards needed no more explanation. They were off, splitting up to search the whole of the castle.
         As the messenger left, Rudolpho approached his employer and friend, already carrying a dustpan with the glass shards of the princess' wine glass in it.
         "Are you sure your reaction was necessary?" he asked.
         Domiti shot him a glance that warned him of his boundries, but then softened. "Yes, that prisoner could be the death of me if she makes it out of here alive," she said with a sigh. "She's caused too much trouble already."
         Rudolpho bowed in apology and went to take care of the glass. When he returned, a servant had already brought her a new glass, this time of a roset. The princess sipped it, her mind elsewhere.
         There must be something I can do, Rudolpho mused. At least something to take her mind off of things. The prisoner has caused her enough stress already.
         "Princess," he said. She looked at him, seemingly half awake. "Fancy a game of Checkers?"
         "Rudolpho, you always know how to cheer me up," she replied, setting her glass down. "Yes, let us play."
         She stood up, her dress tumbling down like a violent waterfall. Even in her casual wear, she appeared as a goddess. Many envied her beauty, but not her job.
         "I shall meet you in the parlor, then," Rudolpho said with a smile. Domiti returned the grin and made her way there as fast, but as gracefully, as she could in her heels.

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