CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
She looked around her room. She had everything she could ever want, or so her father would say. She looked at Mongo as if he was just another object in the room. She looked at him with resentment, with some disgust too. He didn't say anything.
"Say something!" the princess commanded.
"As you wish, my lady," said Mongo. "What do you wish me to say?"
"Oh shut up!" she said.
"As you command," he said, nodding.
"AAARGH!" she said. "I can't stand this prison anymore!"
"Prison, my lady?" asked Mongo.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" she snapped, but was starting to feel guilty about the way she was talking to Mongo. It wasn't his fault. On the other hand, she was angry. "It's a prison," she said, more kindly but still seething. "A gilded cage they would have called it back on the old Earth."
"But your protection is the most important thing, my lady," he said, sincerely. "And there are worse prisons. I've spent time in some."
"What were you in jail for?" she asked, thinking that maybe now she was upset he might give her a proper answer.
"Your father instructed me not to tell you," he said with a smile.
"Yes, of course," she said and walked over to the window. She looked down on the grounds below, on the people in her father's court going about their business, ordinary people, free people. "The princess in the tower. Such a fucking cliche."
"My lad, language!" said Mongo, feigning shock.
"You've heard me say worse," she said. "I can be a brat sometimes, can't I?"
"It is expected of a princess, my lady," he said. She laughed a little.
"I just wish...I could have a boyfriend, at least," she said.
"Your are arranged to marry Prince Egnor of Thrombone..."
"He's a twat," she said.
"Well, quite," he said. "But it is necessary, as I know you understand."
"Just like it's necessary I stay indoors all the time? When was the last assassination attempt on me anyway?"
"Tuesday," he said, matter of factly.
"What!?"
"Yes, Tuesday. You were sleeping. I ripped his arm from its socket. We cleaned before you woke."
"Oh," she said, falling backwards onto her bed. "Then I suppose it's only right that I'm here."
"Indeed, my lady," said Mongo.
"Here...alone...in this big bed...well, not alone. There's you. But you're over there and I'm here, in bed...alone..."
"And I'll be staying over here, my lady," said Mongo, stoicly.
"Yes," she said, sighing. "I'm sure you will."
"Say something!" the princess commanded.
"As you wish, my lady," said Mongo. "What do you wish me to say?"
"Oh shut up!" she said.
"As you command," he said, nodding.
"AAARGH!" she said. "I can't stand this prison anymore!"
"Prison, my lady?" asked Mongo.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" she snapped, but was starting to feel guilty about the way she was talking to Mongo. It wasn't his fault. On the other hand, she was angry. "It's a prison," she said, more kindly but still seething. "A gilded cage they would have called it back on the old Earth."
"But your protection is the most important thing, my lady," he said, sincerely. "And there are worse prisons. I've spent time in some."
"What were you in jail for?" she asked, thinking that maybe now she was upset he might give her a proper answer.
"Your father instructed me not to tell you," he said with a smile.
"Yes, of course," she said and walked over to the window. She looked down on the grounds below, on the people in her father's court going about their business, ordinary people, free people. "The princess in the tower. Such a fucking cliche."
"My lad, language!" said Mongo, feigning shock.
"You've heard me say worse," she said. "I can be a brat sometimes, can't I?"
"It is expected of a princess, my lady," he said. She laughed a little.
"I just wish...I could have a boyfriend, at least," she said.
"Your are arranged to marry Prince Egnor of Thrombone..."
"He's a twat," she said.
"Well, quite," he said. "But it is necessary, as I know you understand."
"Just like it's necessary I stay indoors all the time? When was the last assassination attempt on me anyway?"
"Tuesday," he said, matter of factly.
"What!?"
"Yes, Tuesday. You were sleeping. I ripped his arm from its socket. We cleaned before you woke."
"Oh," she said, falling backwards onto her bed. "Then I suppose it's only right that I'm here."
"Indeed, my lady," said Mongo.
"Here...alone...in this big bed...well, not alone. There's you. But you're over there and I'm here, in bed...alone..."
"And I'll be staying over here, my lady," said Mongo, stoicly.
"Yes," she said, sighing. "I'm sure you will."
