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To Turkey"Denmark?" Asked Jaspert, "Why Denmark?!"
"Frederick is expecting me there." Sophie gulped. "And likely for the reason you think."
Speechless, Jaspert looked towards two of their companions - both the Slovene and the Turk - and received only a shrug from Kunsel. Sarae, on the other hand, had other things to worry about.
While Jaspert continued to argue with Sophie, prompting Argyle and Kaiser to flee, Evike anxiously awaits her parents' arrival. Her hands twitching every now and then behind her, short of breath, and she can almost feel her heart trying to burst out of its rib-cage. At one point Sophie noticed the anxious twitching as they saw bruins heading their way. Sophie turned back to her brother, "I'll tell you more later, Jaspert. Right now we have a duke to greet." She says, to which Jaspert sighed as he too began to anxiously wait.
They were close too; three armoured bears traversing the path of pebbles and gravel. One bear carried the czar, who greeted the Hungarians personal
SOME COLD, HARD, RUSSIAN popsiclesAdela ran through the halls of the ship in search of Sophie upon request of some unknown Dane. Edvin, she recalled the man's name as she continued her search for the princess. Shortly after, she found her hand turning the knob to the rookery, and sure enough he finds the Russian prince mounted on by a dozen strafing hawks, Sophie laughed nearby. Dmitri's uniform hangs on a hook, safe from the clart and dirt of the inner rookery, leaving him with a loose shirt and his trousers.
"Ma'am." Adela called in an exhausted huff.
Sophie turned to meet Adela, "Aye? What is it?"
"Someone's here for you. Asked if he could talk regarding some sort of proposal."
Curious as to who it may be, Sophie exchanged looks with Dmitri. Neither one of them had a clue on who it might be and what sort of business they intend to settle with the princess. "Did they tell you who they are?"
"Edvin of Denmark, ma'am. Didn't look like a prince though. Perhaps a representative? or Adviser?"
"Edvin?" repeated both
Let's face it, Ivan."Felicia, you can't possibly be serious!" Cried the duke.
"I am serious!" She answers back, her voice as demanding and fierce as the duke's. "And there's nothing you can say that will convince me otherwise."
Ivan leaned back in disbelief, doubtful of his wife's sanity. "But to live in Russia? For an entire year?!" But he can still consider that, perhaps, her maternal instincts are kicking in again.
"The closest I can be to my only daughter, Ivan."
"Szelerem, she's 17 years old..." Ivan reasoned. "She's no longer a toddler that you have to spoon feed every few hours!"
Felicia groaned, placing her forehead on her hand as she leaned forward on the table separating them. "I just.." She sighed, "It just feels like something dreadful is going to happen to her, Ivan." Said a voice holding back tears. Ivan couldn't see her expression, but he knows exactly what she may be feeling at that exact moment. "Something probably already happened." Added a voice strewn with dread. She sprung up a
Oh Ivan."I swear to God, Ivan, it almost seems like you don't love our daughter at all." Said Felicia as she kept her attention on the passing landscape, riding a train from Budapest to Moscow.
Ivan scoffed a long pause before he answered, "Discipline is necessary."
"But abuse isn't!" Argued the duchess. Ivan peered up to her, glaring, but she glared back in disgust over the thought of his past actions.
"She'll be fine."
"Dear." He cut her off in a surprisingly calm voice. "At the age of 5, I introduced her to her first dagger, same as me when I was her age. She stabbed her first hare on our first hunting trip with her. Then at the age of 8, her first stag. At the age of 10, we introduced her to archery. It took her no less than a year to master the basics and immediately moved on to advanced archery. Finally, at the age of 12, her trainers began to teach her hand-to-hand combat. Now she's able to make any man eat dirt. She'll. Be. Fine." Stressing the last few words, he
meep“What was that about?” Asked Sarae just as he closed the door while 2 guards began to escort them out the palace.
“He just returned something of mine.” He says nervously. “Something very valuable.”
“Well your gunblade’s with you all this time. I wonder what it could be.” She asks herself. Implying as if she plans on interrogating the answer out of him. He got the idea quickly and loosened his collar.
Just then, the door to the front of the palace opens and lets in a travel-worn man clothed in almost the same frill as Dmitri’s tutor. His accent, as he was escorted – heavily – by several guards, sounded northern, clearly of Nordic origin. The sound of the commotion prompted Nicholas to investigate, marching into the hall in annoyance, his brows furrowing.
“Who had the authority to let this man into the palace grounds without my consent?!” He growls at the guards while gesturing at the man they’re ke
quickieImbre looks down at his watched and grunted, grabbing a small vial from one of the shelves in the infirmary and began to use a syringe to extract the liquid within. Nearby, Nora checked the clock hanging on the wall and wondered if she guessed it right, “it’s that time?”
“Yes.” He says dryly. “Where is Lady Antal?”
“Frankly, I’m not sure.” Shrugged the boffin. “perhaps you should check on the prince?”
“What concerns do I have with h-“ He stops mid-sentence as soon as he sees her raise a brow to imply that he was missing the point. The thought struck him hard and he lets out a disgruntled scoff. Keeping the syringe in his coat pocket with great caution, he heads out the room and began his search for the prince. He stops at one corner when he sees Deryn walk into the room where he suspected Evike to be. With an that complicated of an obstacle, he leans his head on the wall impatiently. But after a while,
The Oncoming Storm - Ch. 1 - Some Serious Nonsense The land of Minecraftia was silent, just like it normally was before a storm. The sky was bright, slowly beginning to turn orange as the sun dropped below the trees of the nearby forest.
From the distance, a low hum of voices could be heard. Muffled by a wooden door, they slowly grew louder until finally, Jason pushed open the door with a laugh. "Shut up, I wasn't that bad!" He said to Ty as he followed behind him. Instead of holding the door like Jason had for him, he walked past it, letting it fall shut.
"Yeah, you kinda were." He said, ignoring Sky as the door hit him in the face behind the two. "Dude you didn't even get past the second level."
"Yeah because it was hard!"
"That's what she said..." Sky mumbled as he rubbed his nose agitatedly.
Jason hit Sky in the back of the head, sending the commander a few feet forward. "Every damn time, Adam!" Jason laughed.
Sky smirked and rubbed th
TOS Teaser Ty walked into the kitchen with a small hum, leaving Jason to his own devices in the living room. The General pulled off his helmet and tossed it onto the couch, flopping down beside it. He was only sitting there for a few seconds before something on the coffee table caught his eye.
He grabbed the gold and reddish-pink floral printed box off the table and opened the lid curiously. Inside it was nothing but a silver pocket watch with a matching chain attached to the end. Jason rather slowly reached into the box and picked it up, squinting at it.
Upon closer examination, he noticed odd circle-like shapes carved into the surface of the metal on both sides. It was funny... The watch gave him an odd sense of familiarity, or otherwise that he had forgotten something - something important... Although he was quite sure that he hadn't.
Curiosity getting the better of him, he raised his thumb to the top of the
My Alien Girlfriend (Chapter 7)
I walked back inside the house after running to the store for a few hours. Yumi was sitting in the middle of the den, unmoving and completely still, just as I had told her to act. She smiled as I walked in and I tossed her a bag full of clothing. Without knowing her dimensions and size, it was hard to know what kind and what size the clothes needed to be, but I felt that these should do fine.
“Try these on.” I said. “You can’t wander around nude anymore.”
“I do not know how these are…worn.” Yumi muttered. I groaned and rubbed the back of my head.
“Well…that’s a shirt and it is put on…well…I guess I better show you huh?” I asked. I groaned and took off my own shirt. “Okay, so you hold the shirt like this…and you slide it on…like this…” I began slowly going through the steps needed to put on a shirt, sliding my arms carefully through each arm hole and making sure she was foll
Infected - Chapter Eight Duncan sat alone inside the cell. Shards of glass laid all around him from the walls of his clone's cell, broken weeks ago when the infects attacked Yoglabs.
He had hoped that perhaps Lalnable would have been killed in the attacks, but just his luck... This wasn't the first time he had had a run in with Lalnable. No, the first time he was rather pleasant. He was more of a funny sort of crazy back than. Not much unlike Duncan himself.
At the time, they had been defending Duncan's castle from the first fleet of nagas and Duncan had been, unfortunately, drunk. But Lalnable was there upon a visit from Lewis asking what he should do with him and the two geniuses had worked together to fend off the snake-like beasts. Lalnable had helped him rebuild the damaged parts of his castle, too. He'd given him the idea for where to put his flux as well.
Duncan wasn't sure what had happened that had made the clone go insane, but whatever it was, D
Shatter Me - Ch. 7 - The Blood of The End I thought Jack had lost his mind. He hardly ever said anything when he used to join me and the team on missions - even back when we didn't really have a team. He was always just there for support - for a quick teleport out if things got bad.
Ren... No, Adrian right? Or was it Enderlox? Oh my god why is this so confusing?!
Enderlox froze mid step. Jack smiled. So that's why he'd done it. He had seen the kid and known that he'd be fine because the Lord of The End would never be cruel in his presence.
His son, or Zek as I would find out later, stared at his father in confusion. "Dad, what are you doing?"
"Working on business, little one." Enderlox replied. He smiled tiredly. "It's late. Go back to bed."
Zek looked at us with piercing red eyes. "Who are these people?" He asked. "They're from the overworld, aren't they?"
"Yes, and I'll tell you all about it later." Enderlox said. "Now go on bac
Thalia's Tale - Ch. 29 - Taco Tuesday "Lysander told me all about the Kraken thing. Says you were just like me." Damon said.
"It was really fun." Thalia replied.
"So... What d'you think of being a Skylord?" Damon asked.
Thalia sighed. "I dunno, pops. I really don't. I liked it but I just don't know if I really wanna be a Skylord."
"You're sixteen now, you know." Damon pointed out. "You're old enough to apply to the academy."
"Honestly... Before I came here I would have done it simply because you asked. But now... I kinda wanna stay in the army."
"Really?" Damon asked incredulously. "Military?"
Thalia shrugged. "I really like it here. And training with the Commander, I just sort of realized I don't want to leave."
Damon shrugged with a short sigh and kissed her forehead. "Do whatever makes you happy, sweetheart." He stood up, rolling his eyes. "Maybe Toby'll carry out the family name." He teased.
Granica Swiatow cz. IINie znana lokalizacja, ani czas.
Leżałam na czymś miękkim, byłam przykryta. Wszystko mnie bardzo bolało, w szczególności głowa. Otworzyłam oczy, zobaczyłam rozlatujący się sufit. W pomieszczeniu panował półmrok. Próbowałam się podnieść, ale ból mnie ograniczał do tego stopnia że nie potrafiłam się prawie ruszyć. Zrezygnowałam ze wstawania. Rozejrzałam się po pokoju. Na przeciw łóżka stała przedwojenna komoda ze stłuczoną szybą. Po lewej od wyra stała mała szafeczka z napojem i szklanką. Po prawej siedział, a właściwie to spał, długowłosy samiec łasicy. Wpół leżał na łóżku resztą siedział na krześle. Próbowałam go dosięgnąć. Udało mi się złapać go za w
Gamma World: Tempus Fugitive: Chapter 17
The Robotropolis Café made an excellent breakfast, and Cera, Garadun and Symphony made sure that Jessica knew how much they enjoyed it. They were the only customers in the place that early in the morning, apart from a mutant bear who was nursing a big cup of coffee. The robot was very appreciative of their praise. Too many customers couldn’t be bothered. They just ate and left – usually without leaving a tip.
“So what brings you to Robotropolis?” Jessica asked.
“We’re sort of on a quest.” Cera took the photograph of the tubular aircraft from her coat pocket and handed it over. “Have you ever seen this before?”
Jessica looked at the photo and jerked in surprised. “What? Of course I have, honey. Everyone has. That’s the founder of Robotropolis.”
“Say what?” said the weasel girl, gobsmacked.
pot 4"What took you so long, Dmitri?" Nicholas asks suspiciously.
Dmitri sighed and ventured further inside the room til there was room for him to explain, "I got a little side-tracked, father. Pardon."
"'Side-tracked'?" The czar repeated. Just then, Dmitri gestured for Sophie to come in. She coughed shyly, something Jaspert wouldn't usually see his sister do, prompting the Austrian prince to grin with thoughts spinning.
"Da, side-tracked." Dmitri added as she entered, "She was snooping around at the garden."
Nicholas failed to say much else after hearing the prince's excuse and instead pardoned him, looking back to Alek who looked to be sharing the same thought as the czar,
"Shall we continue then?" Said the czar. Alek nodded to him. "Ja, let's."
later that day
"So, sis. How was your night at the palace?" Jaspert asked, biting down on the apple, emitting a loud crunching sound that prompted the nearby stallions to whine. As Sophie recalled a long conversation with the Russian prince
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