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Post by Guy Jacques on Apr 17, 2016 14:26:46 GMT
"Then let us do that. I hope you have a wonderful time exploring the home of the Ancien RĂ©gime. Remember to make a stop at the souveneir stand to get a small replica of the palace for yourself, and don't remember to tip the maids who serve you during this visit." His voice was dry. He needed to coat his throat with something hot and black as night, shining under the moonlit sky. Coffee, he needed coffee. He'd get some too. By now the maid he usually saw around this time would be worried, and she'd come looking for him with his coffee cup in her hand. She was adorable in a way, enough to settle his worries away. He watched as the woman begun to leave, before turning on his heels and walking off, his shoes clicking against the marble floor of the palace.
He turned a few more corners and headed down the stairs to the workers lounge. A few manservants and maids nodded to him, although none vocally greeted him. Maybe they could see that his nerves were somewhat strained. One maid, the one that always gave him coffee, walked over, smiled and bowed her head and gave him his coffee. He spoke a few hushed words of thanks, ruffling her hair with his free hand. He placed the cup on his lips and took a long sip, walking to his own designated table. He sat down and slammed the cup onto the table, grunting and rubbing his temples, clearly frustrated with this all. This day was just going to be fantastic.
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