Defiance Posted July 3, 2017 Share Posted July 3, 2017 The corridors of the palace were abuzz for it was a ball night. As with many nights with lots of opening and closing of doors, several of the King's spanlels were leaping around the strangest places. Since the disappearance of one of the King's favourite bitches months earlier, precautions to them not getting out of the castle were better, but that did not mean they did not escape to inside it often. Servants were running about with messages, articles of clothing, water...swearing under their breath sometimes if one listened closely. "Where is that boy!" came one of two voices from an open doorway. "He should have been back by now..." "Do you know how discountenanced he shall be if he is wearing the same colour as..." "Oh yes," the second voice interrupted. They were both blond, one perhaps a few years the elder. If someone ventured close enough to get a look, it would be easily noticed that the two were not commoners but gentlemen or noblemen, clearly talking about the wardrobe of someone of importance. A disfunction of wardrobe and of page boy of someone of importance. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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