L: Sorry Sir , t-the castle floors are quite lar-
L: I mean , yes sir!
“Are you sure that is not the work… of the Cult?” The king raises his eyebrows, skeptical.
“We shall talk about this tomorrow. The festival is in two days. Nycolas, how are the preparations going?”
Charles crouches down next to her
M (whispering): Now that the formalities are out of the way, have you anything to tell me?
Great, maids have been working.
Everyone is preparing for this time. Even the Sheriffs who seem to be working trying to find any evil deeds in the town.
After a quick , no sir , she turns to Katherine
L: Oh , hello Katherine!
L: The day is fine.
(She whispers into her ear)
L: what would you like to tell me?
“Good.” Noting the exit of all the people.
He sighs.
“Patrick is out for a while, he will be back before the festival. There are still rats in the cellar?”
“Yes, there are.”
“I’d suggest having some rat poison ready for them. You see, Patrick doesn’t keep his prison very tidy”
“Also dad, can we please get a pet dog?”
“Even if that Butler guy is allergic to them, may we please?”
“are you trying to cause chaos or what, did you remember the last time you has pet and turn them into rock?”
“That’s exactly what you said when I asked you if the Court Wizard could teach me how to use magic. Well, I’m going to tell the Sheriffs about the murder plan and get them to investigate any suspects. Bye”
What, turned him into a rock?
Weren’t he a rock from the start. I asked for a pet rock okay.