The Sealed Princess of Five Fates
"Oh dear, you've been working yourself to the bone, you poor skeleton," I say.
"What? Your Highness, I don't understand. Shouldn't we-" He begins before I interrupt.
"No, I am the ruler, and I think it's time for a feast," I say, before clapping my hands. "Chop chop, please invite the other commanders to the dining hall at once, it's time for some well-deserved rest, especially as preparations are underway for our revenge plans."
He stands there looking stunned, or at least a little more still than usual. But after a few seconds, he shakes his skull and runs to alert the other commanders about the impending dining arrangements.
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Sitting down at the grand dining table. Sitting to my left of me was Skelp and Victora, my blue-haired harpy commander. Skelp is looking mostly confused but also a bit excited. He is the newest commander after all, and to this point has not partaken in a feast with all the other lead members in my army. Victora on the other hand was looking quite pleased. No doubt because she is sitting right next to Skelp, who she seemed to have a strange fondness for.
On my right was Lady Lethal, the dangerous half-woman, half-snake lamia who rested on her coils next to the table. The use of a chair would be pointless to her of course. She was observing one of the challices in front of her, but I knew she was on guard at all times, her eyes darting towards the other when they weren't looking. Also on my left sat the shadow man, Senri, who was in his human-ish form, which was just a 3-dimensional shadow in the shape of a person. He was fiddling around with his fork, twirling it around his translucent fingers.
The chefs started to saunter in, small creatures wearing black cloaks with only a long white beak exposed. They were the Aomori, strange creatures who lived in the temple before I was sealed here. They weren't much for soldiers, but they loved to cook and clean for some strange reason. They all carried several kinds of foods on plates, spoils from previous attacks and heists on farms and villages. They placed all kinds of meat pies to rice stew onto the table in seconds and left in single file out of a miniature door that led to and from the kitchen.
With the table set, it was time to get to business.
"What? Your Highness, I don't understand. Shouldn't we-" He begins before I interrupt.
"No, I am the ruler, and I think it's time for a feast," I say, before clapping my hands. "Chop chop, please invite the other commanders to the dining hall at once, it's time for some well-deserved rest, especially as preparations are underway for our revenge plans."
He stands there looking stunned, or at least a little more still than usual. But after a few seconds, he shakes his skull and runs to alert the other commanders about the impending dining arrangements.
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Sitting down at the grand dining table. Sitting to my left of me was Skelp and Victora, my blue-haired harpy commander. Skelp is looking mostly confused but also a bit excited. He is the newest commander after all, and to this point has not partaken in a feast with all the other lead members in my army. Victora on the other hand was looking quite pleased. No doubt because she is sitting right next to Skelp, who she seemed to have a strange fondness for.
On my right was Lady Lethal, the dangerous half-woman, half-snake lamia who rested on her coils next to the table. The use of a chair would be pointless to her of course. She was observing one of the challices in front of her, but I knew she was on guard at all times, her eyes darting towards the other when they weren't looking. Also on my left sat the shadow man, Senri, who was in his human-ish form, which was just a 3-dimensional shadow in the shape of a person. He was fiddling around with his fork, twirling it around his translucent fingers.
The chefs started to saunter in, small creatures wearing black cloaks with only a long white beak exposed. They were the Aomori, strange creatures who lived in the temple before I was sealed here. They weren't much for soldiers, but they loved to cook and clean for some strange reason. They all carried several kinds of foods on plates, spoils from previous attacks and heists on farms and villages. They placed all kinds of meat pies to rice stew onto the table in seconds and left in single file out of a miniature door that led to and from the kitchen.
With the table set, it was time to get to business.