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Alaric

Back and forth, back and forth, over the same stones he always paced over. “…in the third year of his reign, the Southern Duchies produced a total of $17,000 quids, the largest recorded gross income to date.”

The light was getting bad. He squinted at the page. The servants would be in soon to light the chandeliers.

“In the same year, however, a small earthquake in the kingdom of Cornillian caused the lowest shafts of the mines in the Northern Duchies to collapse, causing many casualties and a great loss of capital. The estimated loss was over–” his foot suddenly struck something hard and sharp, and without warning he pitched headlong into pitch darkness. His book flew out of his hands as he stretched them out to break his fall.

Why didn’t the servants light the chandeliers!

pain like pricks of lightening shot into his hands as they hit the floor, and an instant later his body crashed after them. It was as dark as his bedroom at midnight.

He cursed the servants and tried to get to his knees. Glass crunched wherever he moved. This time his curse was audible, but at least he understood. The servants must have knocked the chandelier off while trying to light it.

“Manchester! Peevy!” he called the servants who should have been in that wing, but all he got was an echo of his own voice.

Then someone said, “You needn’t shout about it. We all know it’s there. Might’ve told you, if you hadn’t come barreling in without any warning.” It was a woman’s voice.

Alaric scrambled up, indignant. “Did you break the chandelier? Where are Manchester and Peevy? And who are you?”

“Jade.” the voice snapped. “And you can forget about Chester and Manvy; if they haven’t been culled, so much the better for them. Who are you?”

“That’s enough!” he snapped. “Pick up the pieces and dispose of them properly, and tell the steward it must be replaced. And if you wish to keep you’re position, you will learn to hold your tongue.” He turned around, but there was no light behind him, either. No hallway, no doors, no stained glass windows sweeping to the floor. No…anything.

He blinked.

 

 

 

@e-n-leonard I believe Alaric has permanently damaged his character in Jade’s point of view. I am eagerly waiting to see how she reacts. As always, change what you wish.