[He had learned a lot as soon as he set a foot inside this strange town. A man with a bag full of masks was kind enough to inform him about the weird happenings. He was surprised, but it didn't last much. Distress would only cloud his mind, and there were thing far more important.
Far more important, indeed.
Cautiously, but slowly, the Prime Minister walked down the road towards the inn. He knew the procedure: locate key points, important roads, exits. Would it matter here? He didn't know yet. He had already set up his priorities and what was he willing to sacrifice for them. It was only logical.
--again, surprise took over him for a brief moment. Did he truly believe in ghosts? He wasn't sure at the moment, but his rational mind said no immediately. He had buried her. He had beed disgusted, but obeyed his Father. He had kept that to himself, confiding it only to his partner, soulmate, brother.
It was impossible. Or was it? Didn't the odd mask man tell him about the strange situations he might face? He didn't have time to think of this as a nightmare. If it was, it would end. If not, he would still be the Prime Minister, the Second Prince. The mastermind. The puppeteer. Not even a dream, an illusion, or his own delusions would make that change.
He was Scheizel el Britannia.
And right now, he was facing the very Lady Marianne he had cared for, then disposed of. ]
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Far more important, indeed.
Cautiously, but slowly, the Prime Minister walked down the road towards the inn. He knew the procedure: locate key points, important roads, exits. Would it matter here? He didn't know yet. He had already set up his priorities and what was he willing to sacrifice for them. It was only logical.
--again, surprise took over him for a brief moment. Did he truly believe in ghosts? He wasn't sure at the moment, but his rational mind said no immediately. He had buried her. He had beed disgusted, but obeyed his Father. He had kept that to himself, confiding it only to his partner, soulmate, brother.
It was impossible. Or was it? Didn't the odd mask man tell him about the strange situations he might face? He didn't have time to think of this as a nightmare. If it was, it would end. If not, he would still be the Prime Minister, the Second Prince. The mastermind. The puppeteer. Not even a dream, an illusion, or his own delusions would make that change.
He was Scheizel el Britannia.
And right now, he was facing the very Lady Marianne he had cared for, then disposed of. ]