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Waltz: What's your problem?

Mythros: You. You are my problem.

Opinion on all the LI’s?

I got themost curious message recently, asking me about the opinion on followingpersons.

Prince Rod:My truthful opinionon him? He is way too soft on his sister. While he is at least taking hislessons serious and tries to not be an embarrassment, his coddling of princessEmelaigne isn’t helping anyone. Outside of that we have no real points ofinteraction.

Klaude AidricRenaldi Mattheus Almonte:The missing prince of Brugantia has a… questionable reputation. I see no reason why someonelike that should be allowed near the princess. While he is a prince of anothercountry and it calls for a… diplomatic handling, there is no way I would lethim anywhere near the crown princess.

ChevalierDu Mont:From what I know, he is a doctor with no sense of business. With a justas questionable character as the foreign prince. Let him do his business byhimself long enough and he’ll be reduced to rags soon enough and relief himselfof any excuse to be near the princess. There is no place in court for beggarsafter all.

Fritz Leverton:The young knight isskilled with the sword, charismatic and his loyalty is unquestioned. Theprincess is quite fond of him, but I have personally no reason to interact withhim privately. He is quite dedicated to do his job and to do it well, which isa nice change from other people I know set on shrinking duties wheneverpossible.

Waltz Cresswell:…the traitor can goand rot in an alley with a slit throat for all I care. I would be quite temptedto do it myself, if I ever get the chance. But I would need to find him first.

Myth and Lucette sibling like interactions please?

I wasn’t quite sure what to write on the matter, but in the end I went for ‘older sibling being stuck with supervising a younger sibling‘

Myth wasn’tsure what was happening right now. He had just been looking for a quiet placeto study and the garden seemed like a good choice! It was a warm day, but too cloudyto be nice and people were fearing the rain and so they were trying to stay inside.And no one ever thought about looking up, so climbing onto the tree had madethe whole situation even safer.

He hadn’texpected the maybe ten-year-old princess to be hiding between the hedges and-after having seen him climb up- trying to follow him in a similar way. Notwanting to risk his queen’s wrath he had grabbed her and pulled her up, whenshe slipped.

“Alright,princess, you managed to follow me,” he admitted calmly, forcing back aheadache at seeing the girl smirking triumphantly. “But do you also know how toclimb down?”

The smileslipped and the girl glanced down, before looking back at him.

“…help?” sheasked quietly and Myth was sure, somewhere, someone was laughing at him. And lettingher stay up here to learn her lesson would displease his queen…

Letting outa sight, he resigned himself to be unable to study for until he managed tofoster the girl off onto someone else. Beware her climbing up another tree andbeing stuck up there again and being too prideful to ask someone else for help.

Can I request Myth interacting with Hildyr?

Have Hildyr “teaching“ him.

Myth couldfeel the gaze of his queen on him, feeling sweat running down his neck.

The orb ofwater over his hand was unsteady and quivering. Not the stable, glass like orb Waltzhad managed after a few minutes.

His orb wasalso slowly shrinking, small drops falling away slowly until it simply collapsed.There was a shaky silence following it. “Do it again. And keep it up this time,”came the cold instruction and Myth hurried to follow it.

Spreadmagic into the water, grab it, lift it, hold it. But it hurt. He was training since the late morning and his reserves werealmost empty and he was getting dizzy. His hands were shaking, he was startingto feel really cold and there was a headache building up.

“Hold it.”He was trying to. He really was, but the room was quivering and everythingseemed unstable- “Hold it!”

It feltlike ice shards starting to creep through his veins, piercing cold and painful-“Hold. It!”

When hewoke up, he was laying on the floor, he had been standing on during practice. Thelight of the sun had shifted, indicating a few hours had passed.

Carefullypushing himself up, he looked around. His queen was nowhere to be seen.

He had…disappointed her again, it seemed. At the beginning he and Waltz seemed to beroughly the same, but with every new task, it became more visible that hisresources were smaller.

And withevery new failure her disdain got worse.

The door openedand there was his queen.

“Finallyawake, I see. Pick yourself up and come with me. I have a task for you.”

Set on notdisappointing her again, he scrambled to his feet, ignoring his exhaustion andnausea and followed her.

myth and fritz drabble?

Have a small piece.

Sometimes Mythwasn’t sure how the knight was able to be so genuinely good.

It wasn’tthat the boy was trying to be charming or trying to woe her. He was… way tooobvious for that.

But in away they were the same. Bound by their oaths, their duties, their promises. Theknight was just way more open about it, his promises and oaths known. His dutiesnot needing to be hidden.

Both oftheir duties would be dangerous under specific circumstances. And none of themwould simply abandon them. It was just how they were. Even when they haddifferent reasons for it.

In the end,they were both just doing their jobs, driven and motivated by personal agendas.

Myth scolding Genaro for his bad parenting?

This takes place in the Fritz Route, after Hildyr got freed.

Myth wantedto sigh when he felt yet another pull at his spell controlling the king. The spell’sworkings were easy enough. Cut the connection where mind interacted with body andput the body either on remote control or let it follow a set routine.

It had the advantagethat he didn’t need to micro manage the king into doing the basic things ofkeeping himself alive. If there was food placed in front of him, he would eatit. At specific points in time he would move to the dining room, his sleepingquarters, the throne room or where ever Myth directed him to.

“Why do youeven keep trying to get control back? It wouldn’t help you anything. Not evenimprove your situation!” he glared at the man and felt the man’s mind reel, surprisinglydefiant looking how passive he had always been. And angry. Myth wanted tolaugh.

“Oh,blaming the witches on everything again? Do you really think it’s my fault? Sure, I guarded the Tenebrarumand showed the princess where it was, but I didn’t force her into freeing hermother. She still believed what she knew. Her mother loved her. You don’t care.You have more important things to take care of and direct your attention to,”Myth smiled at the way the mind recoiled, making it much less tasking to reinstatefull control, but well… a little gloating was allowed.

“It was so easy in comparison to how difficultit would have been, if you had botheredwith her, you know? But after you had ignored her for months? You couldn’t havemade it much easier for me. And then pretending it never happened and giving up so easily again!” The mind reeled, projectingmisery and guilt.

“It all happenedbecause of you. Because you feared the tantrum of a witch, who hadn’t evengrown into her powers yet. Imagine it: One day to tell her the truth, a fewdays -maybe weeks- to let her calm down and then? No more hiding, no more lies,no more secrets… But no- you wanted to be done with this part of your live. Andthis decision made the part come right back.”

Leaningback in his seat, Myth closed his eyes, basking in the fury, guilt and miserythe king was throwing against the ropes of the spell.

“Are youeven aware that Hildyr will most likely kill you, if you break that spell?” Onelast struggle- nothing. Myth smiled, showing teeth and feeling utterly elated.

It was so nice to be on the winning side.

drabble on myth cursing fritz?

How it may have happened…

Myth eyedthe bound young man, who was glaring at him with a defiant expression. Right.Alcaster and his inability to share plans with his allies, when the allies inquestion were supposed to be involved in the very same plans.

Making him disappearwas not possible, the boy was too high profile and the princess would noticeand want the disappearance investigated at least. God only knew why Alcastercouldn’t notice some common sense and notice that his son was happy where hiswas an wouldn’t join any coup. Committed to his oath and duties.

“You know,Fritzgerald,” he finally said calmly, “You shouldn’t take that personally. Thiswhole mess is not happening, because you’re defiant or anything. Just becauseyour father is unable to use his eyes for more than reading paperwork and lookingif his knights follow the orders he makes.”

He wouldlove to do something more… tailored, but personal curses took time to prepareand the Fairytale curse was… easy to cast with it imprinted on the Crystallum,even allowing weak witches to cast a curse. As it was, he had enough power toinfluence how the curse would manifest beyond the tale chosen and add a fewextras.

Preparingthe curse, the magic started to glow above his hand. The knight’s eyes widenedand he started struggling against the ropes.

It didn’thelp him at all, the curse hitting him straight on, body slumping down.

AttentivelyMyth watched the first black fog starting to manifest around the male, gettingthicker, wavering around and finally completely enveloping the body.

When it disappeared,the hair was black. And, Myth noticed absently, he would need to obtain a fewclothes for this one. Well, easy enough to get. Just a nuisance that Alcastercouldn’t have given him the heads up. He could have things prepared alreadythen.

Yellowisheyes gave him a piercing look over and Myth glared back, not willing to give thisnew predator a sign of weakness and yank the leash already. That was lastresort. A permanently chained up beast would be useless and he had no patience forit.

A growl anda grin showing teeth and Myth raised an unimpressed brow. “You’re a human, wolf.If you want to run free, you should befriend yourself with the idea of behavinglike it,” he said coolly, “The name you’ll be using to interact with people isVarg. Remember it.”

HopefullyAlcaster really had something to keep this one occupied with. Myth had no timeto play babysitter!

Your writing is veeery good. Thank you for creating all this content. Can I request Myth interacting with young Lucette? Like, before the rebellion.

Take some story time.^^

If anyone wonders, the tale Myth starts telling is taken from the game “Kingdomd of Amalur: The Reckoning”. There are multiple tales in it, this one is the start of the one called “The Fading Of The Fae”.

The ten-year-oldwas looking at him curiously from her place at the floor in front of themakeshift puppet stage Waltz seemed to try to hide behind. “Princess,” he bowedstiffly to the girl and then glared at the boy trying to make himselfdisappear. “This is what you do, when you’re supposed to be studying?”

“W-Well,” Waltzchuckled awkwardly and forcefully, glancing at the door as if he was judgingthe time, he would need to reach it and flee successfully, “What are you doinghere, Myth?” “You didn’t put the books back. I got the allowance to get out ofyou where they are. That involved hunting you down in the first place. Does thequeen know what you’re doing?”

“It’s a secret!” the girl exclaimed cheerfully, “Youlearn together with Waltz? Can you also do tricks? Waltz can make flowersappear!” Big golden eyes peered at him. With her head slightly tilted the smallgirl looked… kind of cute.

“Secret?”he asked flatly, “Flowers?” “And we make dolls together and come up with storiesand he is really got at telling stories.”

“Stories?”he raised an unimpressed brow Waltz, “You do this instead of-?” “Don’t tellmother, please?” Myth starred at the girl. “What?”

“Don’t tellmother, please? I like having more company than my dolls and the maids areforbidden from playing with me and mother is barely there…” a pleading gaze methis eyes “You can stay as well!”

Silence. “What?I have no time to-” the golden eyes seemed to get a bit watery. For a momentfaces seemed to overlay, golden eyes darkening a bit, face morphing into a toddlerpeering at him, reaching for him. He forced the feeling away, before it couldgrab him. He starred silently at the girl. “And what would I be doing here?” hefinally asked coolly.

“Oh, Waltzand I come up with stories to tell each other. These Fairytales are boring andalways following the same pattern. So we come up with new stuff. Do you knowany stories to tell?”

He triedglaring at Waltz, who was still looking at him, but not looking outrightterrified anymore.

“I…”curious eyes looked at him. Hopeful and waiting. “I guess, I know a few fewerknown ones…” he finally sighted and the small girl let out a delighted aroundand suddenly he got pulled down to where she was sitting. “Tell, tell, tell!”The girl stilled and then looked over to the stage. “Is it something that couldbe played as well?”

“Ah… I doubtyou have the fitting things here…” Myth started and looked around for a moment.In the end the girl settled down comfortably anyway and looked at him. Mythalmost flinched when Waltz sat down as well, looking just as curious.

Myth took abreath and started talking, remembering dark evenings and a dark voice wistfullyrecalling old stories from memory.

“They were the harbingers of the Fall, theseChildren of Dust…and they lit the forest with their fires, and then split it with their blades.We crept back, shapeless in the darkness, silent in the trees. But shadows are few in this age of mortals. The light beckons…”

It was along tale and he was barely halfway through when he felt a weight against hisside and trailed of. The princess had fallen asleep and cuddled up to him,Waltz giving him a bright smile and then got up, coming back with a blanket.

Myth lookedat the sleeping girl snuggled into his side and tried to drown away thememories of a dark-haired toddler doing the same years ago.

You can trust my opinion because I have a lot to gain by being right and I have severe tunnel vision about achieving my goals.

Mythros, probably (via incorrectdicesukiquotes)

myth and alcaster drabble!!

Have a small piece.^^

Myth didn’tlike Alcaster. He was brutish, had no sense for sensible approaches and was tryingto take what belonged to his queen: The throne.

What didthe man even think was going to happen? Well, he knew what the man thought wasgoing to happen. That him taking over would instil enough fear into people tomake them ‘more productive’ again. Moron. He would be busy wasting theresources of this raised productivity to instil the fear needed to raise productivity.

Even nowthe man was strutting around in the room they were meeting in. Tense, as ifawaiting someone to just barge into the room. Not that Myth was going to remindhim of the spell keeping people away.

“That planis not going to work that way,” he finally said, “There is no way we can assurethat all of the turned knights will be in the palace at the same time and noone else. The number of the knights in question is too small.” And people notinvolved would never let his alliesin. And witches were vulnerable to steel like everyone else, if there was notime to cast a shield.

The man gavehim a cold glare Myth just answered with an unimpressed, raised brow. “Do youhave a better plan?” he snarled coolly. “More time to turn more knights to thecause,” he commented calmly. The man could do with some patience. But thenhumans had short life spans. Did Alcaster start feeling his age? Was that thereason why he started pushing everything forward faster?

“We can’twait forever! If the brat marries, there’ll only be more people to take care of!”“As long as the king pretends to let the crown go, there shouldn’t be a problemat all,” the witch replied. Not that the crown would go to anyone else than hisqueen.

He wouldtreasure the face of this human, when his queen returned and he noticed fromwhom he had tried to take.

I feel like I need to apologize, because the other one wasn’t a drabble at all and not even real angst. Have something morey angsty instead.

Sometimes Myth saw things that weren’t there. It wasn’t following a patter he could control. Work came in waves, cutting his sleep and with a tired mind, his eyes played tricks on him.

There were shadows reaching for him, fires reaching up to the ceiling, the coppery smell of blood choking him. Then something startled him out of it, mostly the sudden screams echoing in his own head.

The world was unfair. Crying for the past and lost things was useless. He still sometimes wished he had never needed to learn it. He would need to live with his nightmares.

Fire was the worst, flickering in each fireplace, bright and happy and crackling, accompanied by the phantom smell of burned flesh summoning the urge to run, run, run! He wasn’t sure if that-if he ever gave in to that urge again- he could run far enough to forget this time around that he was the only one left of that place he had called home once.

Myth angst drabble?

This… became a monster…

And I am not even sure that it counts as Angst. Or is still a drabble. Is something of this size still a drabble?

Despite everyplan made in his mind and prepared in the real world, Myth couldn’t helphimself from searching the princess out after he finally managed to secure aposition inside the palace, barely three months after the rebellion. Even a waybetter position than he had previously hoped to ever achieve, looking at his visiblyyoung age. But then people seemed to have difficulties to really place his ageand he highly doubted that the king would have intentionally put enough trustinto a barely twenty-year-old to name him adviser.

But here hewas, wandering the hallways openly again, the glamour keeping people fromrecognizing him and no (literally) cursed traitor around to educate themotherwise. He would have loved to fell the betrayer, but the onslaught of multipleopponents had been… problematic. Even with the queen being the Bearer, theother side had help by a Bearer as well. At least no one of the opponents hadever learned the value of a good poison or a sneak attack. Well, if they had,he would have more than a few barely healed wounds and still hurting scars.

Well, he wasalive and already working on implementing the return of the queen by being inthe palace and guarding the Crystallum. It wouldn’t do if someone stumbled overit after all. A pity, he couldn’t move it somewhere else.

As it was,gossip around the maids told him quickly where to go. They were pretty keen onavoiding the teen, who was actively sad about the supposed demise of her mother,and exchanged information whenever the princess moved somewhere else.

The gardensweren’t a bad place for introductions. The weather was nice and the royalgardens were beautiful enough that taking a look at them as a newcomer wouldn’tbe too out of place.

She was… surprisinglysmall.

Myth blinkedin surprise at seeing her. Well, she was in her teens and still growing and itwasn’t as if had ever been close to her, so gauging her size had never been onhis mind. But she was looking quite small regarding how scared the servantswere of her, curled up onto herself, looking at a bunch of blooming roses, hiddenby a few hedges.

Knees pulled upto her chin wasn’t quite proper either, especially with her sitting on a bench,but then, who was he to judge? It had taken him a few days to just scratchtogether the will to move through the pain of being wounded and all alone againand he knew the queen was alive, ifnot breathing at the moment.

Maybe he hadmade some kind of noise he wasn’t aware of, but suddenly the girl turned aroundand looked at him, just for a moment a startled expression on her face, beforeit all cut off from her face, promptly jerking into a more proper position.

“Goodafternoon, your Highness. I am Mythros. I just joined your father’s court,” hecalmly introduced himself, bowing and choosing not to comment on what he had justseen.

The princessgave him a cold look. “If father wants something from me, he can tell me sohimself,” she replied coolly.

Well, look atthat. Looked like the king’s ‘disfavour’ for his daughter wasn’t just extravagatedrumours. He kept his smile in place. “Oh, I didn’t speak with him today, yet. Ijust saw you here and thought introductions were in order. I am going to spend most of my time in thepalace after all,” he said, keeping his voice light and body posture untense,to not project any indication of aggression. People could be set off by thestrangest things and there was no reason to agitate her.

There was ashort bout of silence, while she continued to focus him with a cold look fullof scrutiny. Healthy outlook. She didn’t know him after all and he had justintroduced himself as a member of her father’s political court.

“You justintroduced himself. What else do you want?” she finally asked, “No one is stayinglonger than they have to.” Oh really? “Quite rude of them,” he commentedlightly, “Etiquette dedicates to at least bid someone goodbye before leaving.Especially after introductions. Social rules would indicate to wait for beingdischarged, if there is no business to attend to.” And promptly made a point ofnot bidding his goodbyes, still smiling.

The confusionflickering over her face was honest and quickly smothered under self-control. Almostcute how she glared at him. Almost like her mother, but that was like comparinga kitten to a full-grown tiger. And she hadn’t access to her claws yet.

“And you’reoh so nice,” she skewered him with aneven colder look, “Are you really going stand there until I tell you to leave?”Her voice dripped with disbelieve.

Myth decidedon a gamble.

“Your mother wasquite thorough to impress the proper behaviour into me, so I wouldn’t be an embarrassment,if she ever chose to introduce me to court herself.”

The princesshad turned to look at the roses again. At his words, her head whipped aroundback to him.

“You… knewmother?” there was something strange in her voice and it suddenly occurred toMyth that with Waltz gone from the picture, the king distant and the servantsterrified, there would have been no one at all willing to get close to her.

“She was myteacher. When I was a bit younger than you know, she took a look at me anddecided that I was worth some of her time,” he replied, making sure to keep hisvoice calm and even. There was no reason to agitate her. No reason to scare hereither. And if he was the one to tell her, when everyone else was so insistenton keeping her ignorant…

The princessfrowned. “A teacher for what? What was mother teaching you, that she couldn’tjust hand over to others?”

Stepping abit closer, so the hedges would completely hide him from view of servants passingby, Myth laid a hand onto the stone restricting the water of a fountain. Asmall push and glittering ice started to spread in patterns, stretching awayfrom his hand and reaching the water, creating a glittering sheet of ice.

“Your mother,princess, was teaching me magic.”

Oh, how easyit had been in the end, to gain her trust. And he didn’t need to weave lies either!Just wording the information carefully.

“Oh, yes, therehad been another apprentice, but he ran off, no idea, where he is.”

And it wasall the king’s fault! It would have been so much more difficult, if he couldsee past hair colour and talk withhis daughter.

As it was, hedid not, kept his distance, eyes sad, but also fearful and when he finally gotover himself, worry joined the fear, etching itself into his face with frownsand heavy thoughts, because -oh the surprise- his daughter did not miraculouslyforget him ignoring her very existence for months without end.

On anothermatter, Myth had managed to establish himself in court, starting to slip hisown twist of things into decisions made or not made. It was ridiculous how trustingthe king was towards him. Did the man even remember that a year ago some ofthese people had haggled with the queen and he hadn’t even been here for a fullyear?

Or maybe itsimply never occurred to him that people may have taken advantage of the queen’srule to further their own power. If he was informed right, the late king hadn’tallowed the monarch much involvement before his death. The man had waited witharranging a ball for his son until the back then Crown Prince was twenty! Twoyears after reaching majority!

Well, heshould count himself lucky that the man was more inexperienced than incompetent.But some of the noises in court regarding the princess… Some wanted her in somefar away estate and for the king to remarry for a ‘proper’ heir. Just his luckthat the king was still pinning after his ‘true love’. No risk there then fornow.

Something theprincess asked most for when they were alone (mostly hidden by the hedges ofthe gardens) were displays of magic.

Myth obliged,because a familiarity with magic wasn’t a bad thing for the future Bearer. Itwouldn’t do for her to be scared of her own skills.

Small sculpturesof ice, all sharp edges and pointy ends, glittering in the sun light. Thornyvines grabbing a tree trunk as if choking the live out of it and crumbling toashes, leaving deep gorges in the bark. Mist rolling together into forms foolingthe mind, by looking similar to forms that may trick the eyes…

It was precious how fascinated she was byeverything. How she lit up at the spark of magics, eager to see more. And itwas their secret.

Theirs alone.

There wouldbe no problem resurrecting his queen, it seemed.

Hell knew,what Alcaster was trying to pull by assigning a guard do to the princess.Especially his own son. Not that there was any doubt about the young man’sskills, but a father assigning his own son to spend time around the crownprincess?

Please, whydidn’t the man put up placates proclaiming his intentions of playing matchmaker?

Fritzgeraldwas… friendly. Genuinely so. It was baffling.

He was alsodutiful and just as easy to drive off like holding a bone and trying to driveaway a starved dog.

He was alsopolite and almost impossible to ditch, despite the princess being known for notleaving the palace.

The new presencehad the side effect his familiarity with the princess being ‘discovered’.

Not that theyhad tried to hide it. They just…tended to visit the gardens at the same time and weren’t even hiding that. Whenpeople were too blind to pay attention that wasn’t their fault.

But no oneseemed to know what to make from it, especially the king, who suddenly gotsmacked into his face that -yes- his daughter was willing to spend time with atleast one living person. It had also had the consequence that he was promptlydelegated to be the go between to the man and his daughter.

Oh, how blindthe man was… Myth wondered what his face would be like, when he learned of thefull story behind everything.

There was apainting of the queen in the hallway. It was surprising that no one had takenit down, yet, but maybe the king simply didn’t want to explain to his daughter thereasons for that.

As it was,the cold green eyes looked down at him and he found himself wondering. Whatwould be his reward in the end? She had promised to reward him…

He took inthe way he hair fell into her face and framed it and how her eyes werecuttingly cold.

“It’s apretty painting, isn’t it?” the princess asked next to him and he turned tolook at her, watching her hair move in a breeze trailing through the hallway. Goldeneyes turned to him, looking at him -and only him, wasn’t that strange?- and hesmiled. “Yes. It’s really a good sight,” he told the just sixteen-year-old,taking in how her lips twitched for a moment, as if she was fighting back a smile.

How curious…was that really due to him?

Court wasalways moving. Someone gained money, lost it, gained favour, fortune, influenceand wasted it on lies and pretending to be saints.

Always movingit was not always clear, who was sending which messenger, but the messengers alwaysknew who they needed to talk to and how. And in this case beyond closed doors.

A quite luckycase for him, he noted, taking in the mangled body and how the blood had splattered.His self-control seemed to have loosened. He hadn’t even taken the time for properinterrogations. Myth pondered how to best dispose of the remains, beforedeciding to move the parts closer together and keep the door looked via magicuntil dusk. Some empty bottles of fine a bit too close to the fireplace, justnext to the body and there shouldn’t be too many questions.

And while thecould go and run around trying to identify the man, he would have the time tolook into who may be stupid enough to think he could be pressured or bribed intoharming his precious princess. That wouldn’t do at all.

The palacewas still reeling from the fire and the dead body weeks later, when the kingannounced the newest hair-raising decision.

Myth ponderedwhat to do for a few days. The king knewhe had found the right woman, a widow now herself, with children of her own.

Arranging anaccident now would be… high profile, even with magic.

The girl hadno place in court, open and cheery and way too easily manipulated. The nobleswouldn’t like her, but love her easy to control mindset. Show her one personhurt by a law and she would forget how the laws befitted the wider population.But the peasants would love her…

The boy was almostlaughable easy to deal with. Myth wouldn’t even need to lift a finger. Huntingthe witch down that cursed him gave him somany juicy details he promptly proceeded to share with his princess. Encroachingonto her space permanently, just toimpress one little peasant girl? They would never be friends…

Well, he couldstill arrange for something, if it proved necessary. Too many deaths closetogether would be suspicious…

The weddingwas a grand thing, like any official royal event.

The bride waseven pretty nice to look at.

The CrownPrincess was sixteen, growing into her body and looking just as breath taking,dress carefully tailored to not outshine the bride.

Emelaigne wasnot even looking half as regal, no matter how pretty her dress was. But then,her tutor for etiquette had met a very… unfortunate end by falling down astaircase (not that anyone had told the girl that) and as such there had beenno one to instruct her on proper behaviour. As such, she chattered away with noblegirls her age, not even noticing or knowing how much of an embarrassment shewas.

She didn’t evenhave the self-control to at least pretend to not be trying to look atFritzgerald whenever possible.

Well, it wasn’tas if he had much room to talk there, he could admit that much to himself. Hestill made sure to get a good look at the king’s face when the man saw himdancing with his daughter, twirling her around skilfully to the music among theother couples, revelling in the way how he got to hold her close.

It was a deliciouslook. The man almost stumbled over his own feet. Pity, that the other nobleshad been too dumbfounded by the sight of the ice princess dancing, to catch sightof the scene.

And the kingdidn’t want to make a scene at his own wedding and let it be.

A few moremonths passed and a new routine slowly settled in with the new addition to thepalace life. Myth wasn’t that enthusiastic about it. The new princess was stubbornlytrying to befriend her stepsister and seemed to have decided that he was theperfect person to get information about what she liked.

How to tell achatterbox that a person liked quiet company…

Pity that shewasn’t the mute one. Her brother knew at least some manners.

But then shewas so dense and naive, that the nobles weren’t really keen on her becoming crownprincess at all anymore, no matter how easily influenced she was. Just as well.Kept him from needing to get rid of more people, to keep the coast clear for hisprincess. No need to let rivalries fester after all.

As it was,they would need to live with their meetings getting interrupted by Fritz, whowas still set on the fact that she needed protection inside the palace, Emelaigne,who tried to befriend them and Fritz at the same time, and Rod, who wastrailing after his sister.

Myth reallydidn’t like how they intruded onto his time with his princess. She was his. Even if the queen would never allowit…

Strange, howhe hadn’t thought about her in some time…

His princess becameseventeen and the king, encouraged by his daughter suffering through thecompany of the new family members, tried to involve himself again by throwingher a party.

Myth took noteof the different young male nobles attending, strutting around like peacock,decked out in fancy clothing and made their introductions.

Mentally hestarted making a list, adding a name whenever eyes trailed lower than hisprincess face.

Death… wouldbe too attention grabbing. The list was getting too long for that. But a brush with death? Just a scare and a fewscars? No one died, no attention…

And maybe afew rumours about whores, illegal doings and a few other things… there wasalways some dirt to dig up.

Well, outsideof the guy daring to push himself into her personal space like that, afterhaving the gall to get drunk halfway through.

He rescuedhis princess from the trash and made sure that he was looked up in a room faraway from the festivities.

The kiss shestole from him just before retiring for the night was… surprising. Elating.

…Addicting.

She was his. And his alone!

The screamswhen the maids found a mangled body in the kennels of the hunting dogs was musicto his ears.

The king wasat least not completely blind, going from the looks the man threw him when hethought Myth wasn’t noticing it.

Thoughtfuland worried at the same time the man seemed to weight something.

Weeks passedwith the man not doing anything at all and truthfully, Myth was not sure, whatto do, if the man proved problematic. It was difficult to dispose of a king,especially of one well liked. Startling his horse during his parades would beeasy enough, but that wouldn’t ensure that he fell and broke his neck.

And the mankept doing nothing! Not even talking to anyone!

The eighteenthbirthday slowly crawled closer and Myth was… not sure what to feel.

The princesshad learned about what her mother been years ago -also about the possibility offreeing her- but they had never really talked about her role in the war. AndMyth really liked the kisses andhaving attention all to himself…

And then onemorning he woke up and his precious princess was gone!

Gone from him,from the palace and no one was remembering her!

He didn’tcount the worried looks he got thrown, tearing through the hallway without talkingto anyone before settling in the garden where they normally met.

Only Fritzand Emelaigne were there.

That wouldn’tdo.

Someone was going to suffer.

Days passed. Weeks passed and he couldn’t find her!

It wasdifficult enough to control himself, when people called Emelaigne crownprincess. The ball was an insult in itself and he made sure, to dispose of thenew tutor as well, just like the second one got caught up in an unfortunateaccident. The third one was left alone, but it had been calming to let some ofthe pressure bleed of.

And thenthere was suddenly a red headed maid with Emelaigne at the garden space and Mythhad been so surprised by it andEmelaigne -sweet, obvious, naive Emelaigne- had been surprised and ecstaticthat the two knew each other.

Myth took inthe wide-eyed look of the prince and knew he couldn’t allow the boy to leavethe palace with this information. Tragic, but accidents happen.

Well… hesurvived the fall from the staircase. Keeping him from waking up then.Everything else would be too obvious.

The drama ofthe accident was -ironically- enough to push the ball closer, people pushing tofurther the line of succession with only Emelaigne left and no other alternatives.

The girl was slowlybreaking under the pressure, but that wasn’t his problem. Emelaigne occupied bythe preparations allowed him more time with his princess, who told him allabout what happened.

The LucisBearer, Delora and the traitor thought, they could lay hand on his princess?

Time to… dealwith them.

With care.

The ballhappened a week before Lucette’s eighteenth birthday and Alcaster proved to bethe person trying to wrench the throne from the rightful bloodline.

Myth slippedaway with Lucette, her father stubbornly trying to do the ‘right thing’ and ‘honour’.

A week of hiding,of being alone with her and all the sinful pleasures he got her to give in to…

He wouldn’tgive that up. Not even for his queen.

And, oh, hissweet princess agreed… and she would be queen one day as well. He should startcalling her by the title.

Time to adjustplans even further.

Mind runninghigh, Myth started ‘leaking’ information.

On the dawningof her eighteenth birthday they sneaked into the secret passage to where theCrystallum was hiding.

Oh, if his princessknew of all the things he had arranged.

He madehimself scarce during the freeing and made sure that every other pawn wouldmeet their timely end.

Hildyr dealt withAlcaster quickly enough, three hours into her resurrection, not even sparing aglance at her late husband beheaded in front of the throne, whose blood wasfresh enough that the beheading was quite recent.

Alcaster musthave thought that would endear him to his queen.

The queenstruck Alcaster down, just in time for Delora, the other Bearer and the traitorto turn up -the later still cursed to his delight- and he made a show ofstepping out of the shadows and taking the glamour of, letting them shout andflail and magic clash- and fail.

He wanted tolaugh at the sight of their faces crumble when they noticed.

The witchdown and fading, the fairy dying as well and the traitor staring at him, redeyes wide and terrified and trying to scramble away from him in fear, when hestepped closer.

When he wasthe only one alive, Myth made his next move.

Hildyr neversaw the icicle killing her.

And Waltzdidn’t get to ask questions about anything either.

Looking atthe mess the throne room was, Myth let out a sight. There was a clean-upnecessary.

But first hewould need to look for his princess.

The coronationto place three weeks after her birthday, her face impassive and stoic.

Myth smiled,standing right next to her, not having bothered to reapply the glamour, throwingpeople in for a loop.

Emelaigne wasclinging to Fritz and her mother, the woman looking pale, eyes empty. No dangerfrom there.

Rod had fadedaway just before the birthday; his curse having caught up with him.

There were afew people coming out of the woodwork already, trying to gain favours. Well, atleast the prince of Brugundia was easy to deal with. One broken curse for animproved political connection was good enough, especially with the recenttumult in the politics.

Well, at leastthe nobles couldn’t haunt his queen about the line of succession.

Not thatanyone had dared to comment, when the first orders for the preparations of a weddinghad gone out.

How would myth react to being in a love and having a love rival.

Well, here is what I came up with.

Was kind of tricky to work out and hope it isn’t too far fetched.

He ran intoher by accident. Even a year after her disappearance there were stillpossessions of his queen in the palace he had hidden away and sneaked into moresecure hiding places whenever he had the chance.

Like in thisnight, when he was moving the stash of magical books to somewhere else.

The librarywas dark when he had retrieved the first books and it was still dark when hecame back for more, dawn just dusting the horizon.

But now therewas someone else in the library as well. Stepping back into the darkest shadowshe slipped to the stash, made sure it was safely hidden and then went toinvestigate.

It was ayoung woman, not older than himself, taking books from the shelves and puttingthem onto a cart. Myth didn’t know her. The rebellion of the traitor had gottensome personal replaced due to ‘questionable actions’ under the reign of thequeen.

It was thesame reason why the former advisor had been let go, allowing him to slip intothe court.

It seemedthis woman was new as well.

Auburn hairframed a light skinned face with dark eyes. From the clothes she was wearingshe was either higher middle-class or lower high-class. Well, this wasn’t hisproblem. He barely interacted with the staff at all in anyway.

Myth saw heragain, when he was forced to consult the royal library for a dictionary  to better translate a contract he was tryingto make sense off.

She waschattering with a maid, passing by the shelf he was looking over and -when helooked over to identify the noise makers- she gave him a cheerful wave. Forcinghimself to stay in character of his new personality, he nodded back and thenscratched that meeting from his mind.

Then he runinto her for real.

For somereason the king was permanently shoving more work his way. On one hand, it wasa clear sign of being trusted. On the other hand, the man was most likelysimply trying to get out of tiresome and boring paperwork, now that his queenwasn’t terrifying people into respecting contracts anymore.

Myth roundedthe corner of a hallway and smashed into someone, paperwork sent flying.

They wereboth apologetic about the meeting, she embarrassed and he just done with theday, both collecting their own work which had scattered over the hallway andgoing their way.

An hour laterhe needed to hunt her down, because he was missing some sheets.

Her name, itturned out, was Elena. She had lived outside the capital in a town not far awayuntil the Great War ended and she had come to the capital looking for work,getting hired as a library.

She wascheerful, open and always up for making new friends. And she seemed to deemevery new person she talked to a friend.

Him included.

After thepaperwork incident -and yes, she did hold onto the sheets, because she didn’tknow if she could simply hand them off to another servant, proving the abilityof thinking sensible thoughts- she seemed set greet him every time they crossedways.

In thehallways, when she passed by his office, when he was forced to look somethingup in the library, it didn’t seem to matter to her.

The onlyreason why Myth didn’t leash out on her, was her ability to see when she wasinterrupting something and letting it be, leaving him alone to work through it.It was… kind of nice.

It took a fewmonths before he got a better grip on what she was like. How she was a bit shyaround strangers with no one around she knew and always willing to approach newpeople as long as she had a friend around. She didn’t like people mistreatingbooks -even had a slight temper there- and loved reading.

Myth foundhimself even slightly enjoying her company, it was way less offending than thetraitor had ever been, if only because she could stay quiet.

It took sometime for Myth admit to himself that he enjoyed Elena’s company. She was-everything considered- way less complicated than most women he had been forcedto interact with.

He likedbeing around her. He could make comments about books she understood, even makea bit of fun about how ridiculous some of the poetry books were, with theirperception of love and how it made everything just better and how marryingsolved every problem.

Then he foundhimself looking at books he had read some time ago and wondered if she wouldlike them. Was it something she may have read already? Something she would findinteresting? Or something she would put aside as boring?

Why did heeven care? His focus should be somewhere else completely, on securing andstabilizing the kingdom, so his queen would have everything she needed upon herreturn.

Why did hecare?

He… couldn’tanswer it.

Myth foundhimself thinking more about that question while living his days in hisdisguise. And then decided to just let it go.

He was workingon keeping the kingdom secured and he needed to wait a few more years for hisqueen to be released anyway.

As it was, heentered the library and found Elena joking with a young man.

She quicklyintroduced them. He was a young noble, visiting the castle and introducedhimself as Richard, complimenting him on achieving the position he had at hisage. Myth kept the conversation light and curious about the reasons about theman’s visit.

Richard was,as it turned out, visiting on behalf of his family, and had asked and receivedthe allowance to use the royal library for it.

Myth let itgot and went his way.

For somereason it bothered him that Richard was there, spending time with Elena.

And for somereason it bothered him that she was looking at him like- …like what?

When histhoughts caught up with him, Myth stilled. Why did he care that these two werespending time together? It was, all things considered, none of his business. Hehad way to much work to do anyway to play babysitter for two adults.

So why did itkeep bothering him?

He keptpondering that thought, trying to sort out his own mind.

The firstthing he really noted was, that he felt unnaturally happy and relaxed aroundher.

The nextthing was that -for some reason- he really liked her smiling at him.

And the lastfact was that for some reason he really couldn’t stand that man.

What the hellwas wrong with his mind? He would need to ponder that more…

Days blurredinto weeks and Myth found himself… strangely stressed.

He visitedthe library on occasion, always finding them in either blissful silence (hestayed a bit if that was the case) or in animated discussion (he left).

In a way hefelt… angry. He wasn’t sure at what. Like someone had intruded on somethingthat was his. Which wasridiculous. He had no reason to claim ownership to anything of the library.

Days passed,his mood riding and falling, him grumbling under his breath and the kinghearing and commenting -sounding way too amused- if he was jealous.

The commentmade something inside him freeze.

He thoughtabout it, when he was alone.

Was hejealous? He disliked Richard, disliked how he spent his time with Elena,disliked how she looked at the man, but not him-!

…was he…attached? Did he… like her?

More timepassed and Myth pondered this new revelation, remembering how comfortable hefelt around her.

…maybe heshould… do something about it?

The smallgifts were easy enough to come by.

Nothing too expensive,no reason to get intrusive or pushy. Richard did not seem to appreciate the newattention on Elena, glaring at him when she wasn’t looking.

He justraised a brow at the man, daring him to make a scene.

It still wentdownhill in the end.

He didpretend to be someone else, after all.

It was aninnocent enough conversation up to the point where fairytales came up.

There wereinterpretations thrown around, obscure ones retold (there were no books aboutthem in the library) and at some point it went to the source of this gap.

“I heard thequeen burned the books. As if it would erase everything,” Elena sighted,putting a book away, “I mean, just burning a few books doesn’t erase thecontent. There are more copies after all.”

“What do youmean with erase everything?” Myth asked, morbidly curious.

“What witchesdid. I mean, the fairytales tell you all what happened and so many of them areso gruesome!” the young woman shuddered, “I mean, these things must have beenreally bad to get written down. I’m sure you could add a few recent ones fromthe war as well!”

“We couldcall it ‘Rise of the Fairies’!” Richard added laughing, “What do you think,Mythros?”

“I rememberthat there were a few witches as well in the uprising,” he said after a shortbout of silence, fighting down seething rage and boiling blood.

“Sure! Andthe witch queen and the fairy leader were friends once! Would give it quite thedramatic spin!” she laughed, “But then it would just be a story!”

It isn’t justa are story. The tales are just a story! There is nothing true about them-!

Myth feltsomething squirming inside him, heart hammering, he forced his body to relax.

“Have fundiscussing it,” he said, voice neutral, “I have paperwork to get through.”

Later in theday, in the privacy of his own home he raged.

It was thefollowing day that he passed the painting of his queen.

He stopped and turned to the portrait.

The queen was looking down on him, eyes cold,unyielding and judging.

What had he been thinking anyway? Itwasn’t like he had time to waste on something like that. He had way more important things to get done.

ScratchingElena from his mind, he turned away from the canvas and went his way. Shouldthe two, naive idiots have each other.

His loyalty was to the queen and no one else. No oneelse was important. No one else mattered.

hii jdjsksks so happy to see this blogg love mythros so much <333 if you have the time, could you write a drabble about mythros’s interactions with varg/fritz ?

Well, here it goes.^^Just a bit of Varg in this one.

Myth wantedto curse. Preferably Alcaster into oblivion. Pity, he needed the man’sresources or he would arrange an accident. Or a sickness, depending on thecircumstances.

As it was, heneeded to make due. Like always with the man. A bit more common sense or a bitof foresight past the tip of his sword would do the man some good, then hewouldn’t need to clean up these kind of messes.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

He glared atthe source of the sound and the black haired young man gave him a smile thatwas more showing teeth than smiling. But then wolfs didn’t smile, only baringtheir teeth at possible threats.

But Vargstill stopped clacking the cane against the floor and Myth turned away to lookat the map again marking another area off.

The soundrestarted.

“Can’t you goand bother Alcaster?” he finally snarled. He could force obedience with theleash he had built into the curse, but Alcaster was doing well enough aboutagitating the wolf and he didn’t want to be the first target if the curseshould fail him.

He would havepreferred using a more tailored curse, one that couldn’t be broken by accident,but Alcaster had bound his hands on the matter, by only calling him in afterthe convincing failed. And then there had bern no time! And so afairytale curse needed to do, casting eased by the template his queen hadworked into the Crystallum.

Well,depending on the princess thought on the curse and her attachment to theknight, he could at least claim that it kept the boy from getting killed. Pitythat even memory spells took preparation and he had been in no position tosimply let the knight disappear for a few days.

“He told meto go and bother you. He wants to know about the princess he can’t remember.”The personified curse smirked.

The livingmenace should remember the princess just as well as every other cursed.

But thenAlcaster couldn’t even recognize that his son was happy with his lot in lifeand the chances of him joining the coup resulting small.

And from thesmirk Varg knew that Myth knew that the curse knew everything.

Myth glaredback at the map of the town.

He hadapplied a tracking spell to the princess’ hairbands, but either all of themwere in the palace, he had missed some, whatever had happened had stripped thespell off or she was in a blind spot.

“Varg, comeover here. You can make yourself useful,” he said.

“More usefulthan just running around with letters?” the man asked mockingly.

“Not moreexciting, but yes, more useful. Give me the cane a moment.”

Object inhand Myth turned it to access the lower end and called upon his magic.

The slightstrain on his strength was calming, the task taking over his mind and taking uphis concentration.

Uponfinishing, he handed it back and then walked around the room setting a few morespells, creating a net pattern on the ground in the process.

“Walk thestreets and make sure to use this annoying habit of yours to clack it againstthe ground,” he instructed, “Every time you do-” he clacked it into the ground“It’ll create a mark.”

A pointappeared on the pattern.

“What’s thatfor?” Varg frowned at the point.

“It’ll createa map and show me the areas were my tracking spells aren’t working. There can’tbe many blind spots. And if the princess is actively hidden from us, it’ll atleast show where she is not,” Myth forced himself to stay calm. Telling thewolf the truth should keep shenanigans down.

Varg hummedunder his breath clacking it on the ground multiple times, as if testing thesound.

There wasno visible effect on cane or ground, but the point seemed to brighten a bit.

“Well, betterthan being coped up somewhere. I know where the exit is,” he said and strolledout.

Myth heardthe clacking of the cane distancing itself until a door closed.

Finally!Hopefully he showed more manners if he did find the princess.

Hello I came to ask for Myth and friendship! I would like to see your take on Myth and Lucette (and maybe waltz) all being friends

Have a scenario were all three are getting along and Waltz and Myth try instructing Lucette on doing some magic from Lucette’s point of view.

It was apretty nice day, Lucette could admit that to herself. Even if it was still abit strange to spend days openly out of the palace like that, despite havingspent six months away.

The weatherwas nice and warm, the sun was shining brightly, she was out of town by a lake,sitting on a pier, feet dangling into the water, look sideways-

“-you didn’teven pay attention during the lesson, what the do you know aboutwater manipulation!?”

“Says theone, who couldn’t even warm up water without exploding part of it into steam!”

“I’ll showyou steam-!”

- and watchedas Waltz and Myth were ‘discussing’ how to best explain elemental water controlto her.

Lucettewanted to shake her head at them. It was ridiculous how easily they were ateach others throat. And how easily they teamed up against people trying to harmeither of the witches or her. She didn’t even pity Alcaster on that matter.Just the servants tasked with the clean up.

Well, atleast they were reacting to what the other one said, instead of just throwinginsults at each other.

Lucettewanted to shake her head at the two witches. Apart from each other they wereeasy to be around, even with Myth being… still not quite open about being awitch in public, but that was a matter of habit.

Put themtogether?

Myth was seriousabout magic, studying each field thoroughly, unwilling to let anything open forchance or surprise.

Waltz wasmuch more playful about his skills, willing to use it to humor crowds ofchildren and to discover nuances by himself. And he was a prodigy, who easilymastered where Myth needed time to learn.

She could seewhere Myth’s jealousy had come from. Seeing someone younger repeatedlyoutperform you, and not even studying seriously, could be… jarring. And withher mother hinting that maybe she was better of just teaching oneapprentice…

Their rivalryhad died down a bit over the last months, but she really didn’t want to knowwhat would have happened if Myth hadn’t gotten his head straight via Alcastertrying to kill him.

And she waspretty thankful for him being there for these lessons as well. Because beingthe Bearer gave her power not talent.

And sometimesit was nice to have additional instructions for the areas that came so naturalto Waltz. She knew Waltz didn’t mean any harm when he forgot to mention anaspect he thought was instinct and he had gotten better about it as well.

Myth had alsocalmed down a bit when Waltz had stopped putting showmanship into instructionsto show off.

Not that anykind if instructing had happened yet, today, because today they were disagreeingon information they had.

But it wasdefinitely entertaining.

Lucettelooked straight ahead again, looking over the lake.

It was a niceplace. Away from town, far enough that you needed horses to comfortably comehere in a reasonable time, so there were no town people-

A loudsplashing sound made her jerk up and turn back to the other two witches.

Waltz wasalone on the pier, looking dumbfounded and surprised, then smiled at her.

Myth was justsurfacing from the water.

“As it seemsmy information on water control is not faulty, I guess we can use it forinstructions,” he said, “It’s a bit like controlling the icicles from the lastlesson. You just need to identify the water to your magic first and push itinto the material before moving-” Waltz broke off when a wave swapped him fromthe pier.

Myth climbedback onto the wood, looking smug. “I recommend getting into contact with water firstand spreading magic into it, to identify the sensation of magic in water.Hurling it around has literally no skill to it.”

Lucettewatched as Waltz lunged out of the water grabbed Myth and pulled him back in.

Ignoring thesplashing noises she pondered the information. She was quite sure both maleshad the same information, just different ways of voicing it. Not thatneither would admit it with the other in hearing range.

So, pushingmagic into water to get a feel for it and then moving it around like theicicle…

It proved tobe a bit more difficult than the icicle. Water was a liquid and if she wantedto move it evenly, she needed to spread her magic evenly.

She watchedMyth and Waltz sending bursts of water at each other. Myth was sending waterfrom his immediate area to Waltz. Waltz ‘grabbed’ water away from him and shotit at Myth.

…could shepull water away from areas?

A short testproved: Yes, she could.

Smirking, shestarted to push her magic towards the males.

Their faceswhen they were suddenly on dry land were hilarious. When they noticedthat there was water towering up around them…

She let go ofit, before they could react.

And gave thema smile when they came up sputtering for air.

“I guess, Igot it,” she said, fighting down the laughter building up inside her.

Both weresilent. Looked at her, looked at each other, then back at her.

The nextmoment there was water flying towards her.

The sun hadmoved quite a bit when all three of them were stretched out on the grass, thesunshine warming them up and drying them slowly.

Lucette wasquite happy with the outcome. Win by superior firepower (and Crystallum enhancedresources).

“Well,princess, you definite understood the material,” Myth yawned from his place,looking like he was falling asleep. Waltz looked a bit more awake, but not bymuch.

Turned outthat Myth knew more about minimalizing his usage to last longer. She would lookinto that another day.

“That wasfun,” she finally said. Delora most likely wouldn’t participate in it. Maybewith the potion she had developed with Parfait and kept mumbling about, butotherwise she wouldn’t have the stamina. And the potion was a bit too expensive forthat.

And Parfaitwas too frail as well.

“Yeah, itreally was,” Waltz agreed, “What do you think, Myth?”

Silence.

Both turnedto the witch when he didn’t reply and Lucette fought back a snicker. Waltzlaughed quietly. “A nap doesn’t sound that bad,” he admitted and let out a yawnhimself.

Lucette lookedback into the sky. It was a prettynice day.

My happiness about this blog existence is too big. So can you maybe write a Drabble about Myth’s first weeks in Hildyr’s training? How was he adjusting to this new life and all that? If it’s ok for you.

I live to write! ^___^

I hope this is along the line of what you wished for. (I may have escalated it a bit towards the end…)

“This will be yours.”

The door was closed now and Myth was alone in the roomthe queen had just assigned him.

‘Yours’ she had said. His. This was his.

This whole room.

A whole room for himself after years of running andhiding and fearing the cold of the night and used to the pain of hunger.

Hesitating for a moment, he stepped further into theroom, the wood of the floor not even creaking under his weight.

Clothes had been the first thing provided by thequeen, upon deciding he was worth some of her time. A street child had no placefollowing the queen around.

Standing in the middle of the room didn’t makeanything disappear. In a strange way it made everything more surreal and realat the same time.

Smooth, painted walls and a window. A drawer and acupboard. A nightstand and a bed.

Drawer and cupboard proved to be empty, but what wouldhave been in there? He hadn’t brought anything with him.

The sight from the window was met with darkness.Whatever was on the other side, it was too dark outside to see at the moment.

The bed was real. Soft and warm and utterly heavenly.

Exhaustion, mixed with the surreal new situation hewas in soon enough swirled together into the dreams he would never remember.

Myth wasn’t trusting this new routine quite yet.

He got up in the morning, got a meal, started on hislessons and worked on them until either he was finished or night arrived, onlyinterrupted by another meal in the evening.

It was strange to not need to worry about thingsanymore. It was… nice. A sense of security had severely missed and mournedwhen his childhood home had turned to ashes.

There was food, there was warm clothing and rain andcold weren’t a problem anymore, because he was inside heated, dry rooms duringhis studies.

He didn’t trust this peace. People didn’t just sweepin and took in orphans. It just didn’t happen!

Not that he dared to voice that thought. Especiallynot to the person, who had rescued him. No reason to bite the hand that fed him-in this case literally!

He was here, because the queen wanted it, learned fromher, because she wished so.

He needed to figure out why.

There was another apprentice, Waltz.

He was a bit younger than Myth, but had also been herefor a bit longer.

And the queen wasn’t teaching them together. For somereason it gnawed at Myth.

Why not? What was the reason? They couldn’t bedifferent in skill if she had decided to teach them both…

Myth found himself paying attention. Especially to howmuch time the queen spent on whom (her daughter taken out of the equation, shewas a blood relative, the princess rating higher than him in the queen’spriorities wasn’t surprising).

The queen spent… a lot more time on Waltz.

Why? He had watched the other boy and he wasn’t a goodstudent at all! Sure, he got the material quickly, but shirked the lessonswhenever possible!

Maybe she spent more time on him, because she knewthat as well…

Yes… that was it. Surely it was that.

But… why would she keep sucha troublesome student around?

There was pain flaring when he moved, the welts on hisback burning.

He should have known better than agreeing to do thatboy a favour! No one would know, he had said. Nothing would happen, Waltz had promised!

“I thought better of you… Butit seems, I need to remember you, who you’re owing your place… And how easilythat gift is taken away.”

The room was dark. Cold. Somewhere underground.Layered with something that kept magic just out of his reach.

No light. No warmth. No power. Hunger gnawing at him.Thirst burning in his throat.

How long had he been in here? How much time hadpassed? He wanted out, he felt so powerless and weak and he didn’t want to feellike that again -pleaseletmeout!Ogodthedarknessisdrowningme!Pleasepleaseplease!It'schokingme!IpromiseIwon'teverdoitagain!Pleaseletmeout!

He didn’t remember the darkness taking hisconsciousness away.

…

“Look at you, you learned yourlesson so well! Lets see, if you’re a good student after all.”

The words were somehow in his mind when he woke up. Asif someone had said them just before he woke up.

The whip marks on his back were bandaged, the softlight of the dawn was streaming inside the room through the window, a meal onthe nightstand next to the bed.

It took a few days for him to get over himself and askWaltz about what happened.

Nothing had happened to him.

Nothing had happened to him.

NoThINghaDhapPendtOhiM!

Myth found himself hating Waltz.

Waltz, who got his queen’s personal attention, despitehis disobedience.

The prodigy, who never took his lessons serious.

The one favourite, who never even got punished!

He deserved nothing!

Myth would prove it. He would get his queen to look athim. He just needed to make up for the first slight.

He would prove that he was worth it!

There were new scars on his back, now.

His thoughts were kind of hazy to grasp.

He remembered darkness…

Right, he had been studying by himself, topics notassigned by his teacher…

He hated Waltz.

He wouldn’t disobey his teacher again.

He was a good student.

Pain. Darkness.

He hated Waltz.

He wouldn’t question his queen.

He was a good student.

Pain. Darkness.

He hated Waltz.

His queen’s decisions were absolute andwithout fault.

He was a good student.

Pain. Darkness.

He hated Waltz.

His queen was perfect.

He was a good student.

Pain. Darkness.

He hated Waltz.

His queen was perfect.

Pain. Darkness.

His queen was perfect.

Pain. Darkness.

His queen was perfect.

Pain. Darkness.

His queen was perfect.

Pain. Darkness.

His queen was perfect.

Pain. Darkness.

She was perfect.

Pain. Darkness.

She was perfect.

She was perfect.She was perfect.She was perfect.Shewas perfect.She was perfect.She was perfect.She was perfect.She was perfect.Shewas perfect.

Shewasperfect.Shewasperfect.Shewasperfect.Shewasperfect.Shewasperfect.Shewasperfect.Shewasperfect.Shewasperfect.Shewasperfect.

He would give her everything.

Well, I believe that murder should be legal if the person is a jerk.

Mythros, about Waltz, probably (via incorrectdicesukiquotes)

Lucette: You’re clearly not listening. I can say whatever I want, can’t I?

Mythros: Tell me about it.

Lucette: I murdered Sir Alcaster last night.

Mythros: I feel you.

Lucette: Now that I have the taste for blood, I can’t stop murdering.

Mythros: Been there.

This is really cute! I really love the drawing style. :D

stop going off-script Alcaster

Well, here it goes. After lurking for quite some time, I decided to make myself known. Myth(ros) needs some love and I love writing. I just suck at coming up with plots. As such I opened the ask box for requests regarding scenes, drabbels or small one shots regarding the guy, who had a route planned but was scratched in the end. (And dies in four of five routes, getting frozen in ice in the remaining one. Only reason I want to have the Rod-Route in CP Evermore.)

I’ll not touch NSFW stuff for now. I’ll put up a note, if that changes.

I’m not a native English speaker, but I hope people will still enjoy what I’ll manage to put together.

Bonus!!!

All of my CG works so far^^

Which/who is your favorite?