Lightning Fic #1
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Title~ Cleanup
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Lightning fic 1. Again, not technically the first, but since they're unnumbered, it's the first one I've done. Follows this one, but you don't need to have read that one to get the gist of this one. Not used to doing stuff this short, so that's why it kinda cuts off at the end =3;
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King Mithé paced in angered silence at the foot of his throne, glancing out the corner of his eye at the young boy quailing at his feet. He hated being put in this position. Punish him and the peasants would think him merciless. Leave him be and the army would be out for his blood.
He sighed heavily and dropped into his throne, thinking hard.
“I’m sorry, Majesty,” the boy mumbled.
Mithé smiled ruefully. “I think that much is a given, boy.”
“It was only meant to be a harmless joke, Majesty. My friends—”
“Where you’re concerned,” the king told him darkly, “there’s no such thing as a harmless joke. This harmless joke of yours had the entire army on strike for half the Summer.” He sighed again and leaned forward, resting his wrists on his knees. “Were our positions switched, what would you do?”
The boy’s eyes snapped up briefly before he returned to examining the floor, not saying a word.
Mithé slapped his knees, decision made. “For the next month, you will work in the stables, and under no circumstances will you go near the baths, or indeed any other building in the palace. If you are caught doing anything like this again, you most certainly won’t be permitted inside the palace walls. Is that understood?”
The boy nodded, his eyes still down. “Thank you, Majesty.”
The king glanced over to one of the guards by the door. “Accompany him to the stables and make sure the stable hands know exactly why he’s there.”
The guard nodded, and he and the boy silently left the room.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Lightning fic 1. Again, not technically the first, but since they're unnumbered, it's the first one I've done. Follows this one, but you don't need to have read that one to get the gist of this one. Not used to doing stuff this short, so that's why it kinda cuts off at the end =3;
King Mithé paced in angered silence at the foot of his throne, glancing out the corner of his eye at the young boy quailing at his feet. He hated being put in this position. Punish him and the peasants would think him merciless. Leave him be and the army would be out for his blood.
He sighed heavily and dropped into his throne, thinking hard.
“I’m sorry, Majesty,” the boy mumbled.
Mithé smiled ruefully. “I think that much is a given, boy.”
“It was only meant to be a harmless joke, Majesty. My friends—”
“Where you’re concerned,” the king told him darkly, “there’s no such thing as a harmless joke. This harmless joke of yours had the entire army on strike for half the Summer.” He sighed again and leaned forward, resting his wrists on his knees. “Were our positions switched, what would you do?”
The boy’s eyes snapped up briefly before he returned to examining the floor, not saying a word.
Mithé slapped his knees, decision made. “For the next month, you will work in the stables, and under no circumstances will you go near the baths, or indeed any other building in the palace. If you are caught doing anything like this again, you most certainly won’t be permitted inside the palace walls. Is that understood?”
The boy nodded, his eyes still down. “Thank you, Majesty.”
The king glanced over to one of the guards by the door. “Accompany him to the stables and make sure the stable hands know exactly why he’s there.”
The guard nodded, and he and the boy silently left the room.