BananaZebra wrote:Robert F. Kennedy wrote:The Prince lowered his head and put his hand on his temper and whispered to Erszébet.
"Rats always cause trouble, aren't they."
Let's say that even though he wasn't convinced by this idea beforehand, he did enjoy it with Erszébet, and he was pissed.
Dumitru erupted into a rage of unintelligible screaming, his face bright red as he stormed out of the bedchambers.
Erszébet followed, pushing past a smug and gloating Princess Valeria.
"Dumitru!" she yelled, pulling her skirts up to save a modicum of modesty.
All around her, partygoers and palace staff took notice of the very drunk, very angry Kizenian man and his very nearly naked fiancee as they ran through the halls like something from a comedy movie.
"Leave me alone, you lying whore! Or I'll..." Dumitru paused, unsure if he was sure he wanted to say what came next.
"Or what, Dumitru?" the Princess asked with steely eyes. "What?"
"I'll kill you." He said, solemn.
The Princess turned to the door next to her.
Was that it? Her reputation, her status, her privileges, gone - and for what? An average, maybe above average lay with a handsome prince, at the cost of her royalty?
Inside, the acting troupe was still performing.
On stage a king stood above a battle, yelling:
"A horse, a horse! My kingdom - " the actor cried.
For a miniature pony, the Princess thought, finishing the line bitterly as she dropped to her knees, the many skirts of her dress pooling beneath her.