Tea in the garden

[Prince Anselm]

The garden, a place where the dead walked among the living, crying out in sadness, it was Anselm’s favorite place to be in his mother’s kingdom. Anselm walked about the garden with his fingers laced through the bony knuckles of his beloved Culire. The skeleton wobbled after Anselm at a steady pace. Cheekbone of its skull resting on the bastard prince’s shoulder, the garden was their Eden. Culire had been dead over a century, but his soul was trapped within the skeletal form until the day that Anselm would die. Their eternity to be locked within each other’s arms was possible through the magic over the dead that Anselm had acquired. Culire couldn’t resist Anselm’s spells of love, not in death, the ultimate lover’s sacrifice, and blindly the skeleton of what was once a man followed the prince in complete adoration.

Their minds were connected freely through the magic when Anselm willed it, as he always did, and Culire was sensitive to the life that was around them. Culire was in essence Anselm’s watch dog, able to let him know when intruders had come into the Kingdom of Ice when they were not wanted. The voice of his love rang through Anselm’s mind with perfect clarity as they walked, unable to be heard by anyone else. We walk amongst the living, my love.” The White Witch only smiled.

“Why thank you, sweetheart,” he stroke the skeleton’s jaw as one might do an obedient dog or even do to a tender lover, his gray eyes softening lovingly as they started into the black holes where bright blue eyes had once been looking back at him before Culire’s death. Giving a peck of a kiss to the skull’s front teeth, the necromancer smiled wider. “Do pardon me a moment. ♥” The skeleton’s figured collapsed where it had been standing and disappeared into the thin air. The witch walked forward, pace slow until the sound of two voices met his ears. The intruders were to his right behind the brush, and by the sounds of it there were two of them.

Flashes of light began to go off as he heard a rather raucous laughter. His body changed shaped into that of a raven as he took off into the sky to watch the two intruders who seemed to be doing a good job at getting rid of one another, all things considered, but Anselm was loyal was he was meant to be and turned himself back into a human as a ray of light went towards a lady’s knee.

“Excuse me, but are you aware that this is private property of the White Queen? It is advisable to take your nonsense elsewhere.” Anselm didn’t truly raise his voice, and his expression was almost entirely devoid of emotion aside from slight annoyance. He had been having a rather romantic time with his Culire. Honestly, some people just can’t resist being bothersome.

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[Saphira]

Her eyes narrowed she felt the snow lift off her like a heavy blanket,saying something under her breath she wiped any stray blood at the edge of her lips.So again with the sweet cheeks,what would happen if she cut out his tounge and left it here for the Queen's lackies to find along with his body.But as quickly as he cleared the snow like a wave,that crazy clown began to walk towards her aimed a ray of light towards her knee.Nicking her just abit she leaped up and did a back flip landing perfectly,but she couldn't keep this up much longer.

Her head quickly turned towards a new voice,standing up but quickly falling to a kneel she cursed these damn injuries.Who the hell was this,someone who worked with the queen and what was he calling nonsense clearly there was a small little dispute going on between her and this insane clown.Smirking she once again rose to her feet,taking one of her swords out and using it has a leverage point so she wouldn't fall down again.

"And who are you,I don't believe we've had the pleasure of knowing eachother.But as if someone like you would give a damn,I have no intention of staying in this filth you call a land or castle".

Looking back towards the clown that smirk didn't leave her lips,they would continue this another time but for now she needed to go lick her wounds and recover unless either one wanted to finish her off here and now.She would admit defeat for now,and being alone in this land was not wise on her part.Her plan of sneaking went has now went astray,so taking her sword from the ground she started to leave.

"Don't bother showing me the door,tell your Queen I will be seeing her soon".

[Jester]

Jester just had a large grin on his face behind that white clown mask of his. Being able to move away with only a nick on her knee only meant that she had more spirit in her for more fun times. But before he could get another shot off on her, he heard another voice. More fun? Maybe but when he turned to see who it was, it was none other than one of the Prince of this Kingdom. Jester maybe a crazy psycho man, but he knew things that would shock people. With his head tilting to the side, he could attack him, and blame the attack on the girl. But Jester had his own plans to take on.

With a snap of his fingers, Jester pulling himself to the Prince, and came on up to the Prince from behind. He looked over his free shoulder and kept his head tilted. "My Great Prince Anselm. I am very sorry about all the nonsense that took place here. But I found this Low Life sneaking around and seemed to want to kill the Queen. I, a mere simple man only wanted to help and stop this low life from killing her." With another snap of his fingers and started to lift off the ground. He made himself stand upside down. "In your command, I'll finish so that she won't cause anymore harm my dear Prince."