What the fuck
Please tell me this is a troll
This has to be a troll
The King bowed his head to the Diamond Queen.
“I am King Anon of Clubs, son of King Julian of Clubs. You must be the beautiful Lady Diamond.” He introduced with a smile. He then turned to the king.
“I’m quite satisfied with the meal, thank you.”
He sipped from his decorated goblet of wine, and awaited further conversation.
Loki stiffened when Anon took a drink from the wine and cleared his throat rather loudly, “Grace…” He said.
He bowed his head and brought his hands together in prayer, “To the lord Demeter of the harvest, we thank you tonight for this meal, and to ask you to give thanks to all of the men who worked to provide us this meal. May you give them good wealth and happiness…”
He finished grace and then started eating, refusing to look at the other King he was so insulted.
Pixy’s eyes widened, also noticing the Club King’s discourtesy. She clasped her hands and bowed her head to join in the prayer. Once finished, she turned towards the foreign King.
“Ah, Sir Anon, I’m sorry for not notifying you of our customs sooner. We take habit in thanking the Gods for all food that comes our way. I understand your unknowing discourtesy, but ask that you show semblance to our customs in future visits”
The young man relaxed, and smiled to King Loki.
“My name is Maxwell of Waybridge, Your Highness. And this is my kinsman, Samuel.” He explained. The other brother bowed rigidly. King Anon went on ahead, but the two guards remained until the King of Diamonds dismissed them.
The three of them stood their awkwardly until Loki cleared his throat, “Well, off you go then!” He said, waving his hand.
-TIME LAPSE-
The food in the dining hall appeared just as magnificent as the decorations around the castle. Loki had the seat at the head of the table and servants brought out a small plate of an appetizer before the main dish.
“Tonight we are having roasted duck.” Loki told his guest, sitting to his left. His wife sat to his right, “Unless you desire something otherwise.”
Pixy entered the dining hall with her husband and took her seat next to him. She tried in vain to subtly get a look at their guest sitting on the other side of her husband. Various servants brought out food, roasted duck, and laid it before them then dispersed to their various waiting stations.
Pixy waited for all the food to be laid out and settled before clearing her throat.
“You have yet to introduce me to our guest, darling? Who might be dining with us today?”
I don’t have much inspiration to come on this blog anymore. Its become pretty boring :\
- A stupid question
- A compliment
- A story
- A poem
- About you
- Why you follow me
- If you met me what would you do
- A cute message
- One thing you want to tell me
- Something about yourself
- Something you assume about me by my blog
- Anonymous
- Un-Anonymous
Hmm, something I wish I were better at? Nothing. I’m awesome at everything I do~ I don’t have to wish to be better~
And something I like about myself? I’m drop dead sexy ;)
Lust: Something that I find attractive.
Pride: Something that I like about myself.
Sloth: Something that I dislike about myself.
Envy: Something I wish I was better at.
Gluttony: One of my favorite foods.
Wrath: Something that gets me angry.
Greed: Something I can’t get enough of.
(Source: i-n-n-o-sense)
pixytricks replied to your post: {cuddle cuddle cuddle}
{cuddles more} Olly olly olly~*laughs and nuzzles face to head* Yes, love? Do you want something? you know I’ll give you anything, anything you want, dear. Wish it and it’s yours.
{smiles} I just want to hug you~
