Sitting in my throne, bored as always. Never anything new. Little imps I created out of ice, fighting to death for my pleasure. Pleasure, now there's a word.
Pleasure is red hair, tight pants. Breathless hours until sunrise. Pure energy, used in the most beautiful way.
Bangs upon the throne room door awak me from my daydream. "King Glacies! Message from the east!" Must be the desert kingdom.
"Hand me the letter." j grabbed the letter as he left.
~Gracious King Glacies, it seems we have not spoken for some time. Many many years ago, I asked you for a favor. And in return for that favor, I gave you my daughter. I am in need of the box. The very box I feared. Leave my reasoning alone. I will send for it next week.
King Crema. ~
"So he wants his box. Let him have the damn thing. Servant! Fetch me the keys."
"Th-the keys are gone sire."
"What do you mean-
AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!
"What the hell?!" "NOVA!!!!!!"
A haunting voice met my scream.
"Oh Glacies, someone picked me up."
 Glacies Everto · Sun Feb 14, 2010 @ 01:40am · 1 Comments |
