Pirates and Princes

You strut down the hallway with the most ornate decorations. Light pours in delightfully and burns your skin affectionately. Bouncing off your bosom with each hearty gait.

Your hope is to spot your lady on her way to the dining hall. And as you round of the hall you see the doors into the kitchen. A clamor of voices and clanking pans is heard inside.

Reaching for the door you pause.

A sense of being watched tickles down your spine.
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