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The Night Prince Chapter 13Chapter Thirteen
In Which Lucia Tends To Three Horses
The morning was as clear and cold as freshly drawn well water. A slight frost bristled on the grass, making it crunch underfoot as John and Lucia circled the mansion. It was the first day of the year that one could see one's own breath, and the two traipsed along creating dragons' mists. Lucia felt at peace in the daylight. She knew she was safe walking alongside a good friend. She was nearly skipping on the way to the stables, as if she hadn't a care in the world. John gave Lucia a weak smile.
"Poor girl," he said. "They make you do bloody everything, don't they?"
Lucia responded with a bright smile. "It's all right, John," she said. "I love horses."
Soon they arrived at the stables. All the hay was encrusted with frost, but aside from that, the place appeared to be quite the same as it had been when Lucia had found
Ke$ha LolitaWake up in the morning feeling like lolita
Grab my headband and I'm looking like one sweet senorita
Before I leave, brush my teeth, with a cup of tea
Cuz when I leave for the day, I'm coming back by three.
Covered in lace and bows, bows
Collar looks like a rose, rose
Trying out another sweet pose, pose
Pour another cup of tea, tea
Pretty to the highest degree, gree
Trying to look a little bit cla-ss-yyyy...
Got a parasol to boot
I'm gon' play
Til they take my dolls away
These white gloves
But when push comes to shove -
[more random howling]
Alright, that's okay, so I'm not a lolita,
Just another trashy popstar sucking down margaritas
And though my songs are really crappy, they're what everyone wants
So this is all you're going to hear at your after hours haunts.
I'm talking 'bout
Singing 'bout getting plastered
Using up people faster
So many tricks I've mastered
Na-na, I'm going til I'm out of ideas
Get a Move OnLet's get a move on
And waited forever
With fire in our eyes
But there's no light to turn green
Nor check'd flag to wave
Just a clock and a calendar
And a warning to behave.
And it's a long way to Heaven from here
But the sky that sails above us is clear
So let's get a move on
We've made our plans
We haven't a second
To wait in the stands.
There's nothing behind us
But gloom and malaise
And nothing ahead
But a fresh trail to blaze
The Night Prince - Chapter 12Chapter Twelve
In Which More Secrets Reveal Themselves
John looked up over Lucia's head just in time to see Margaret and Claudette filing into the room. They picked up their bowls and the four servants ate in silence. When they were finished, Claudette directed Lucia to clean up, and when Lucia spun around to see the basin piled high with dishes, Claudette insisted that John and Margaret were not to help. The three lower ranking servants nodded in acknowledgement. Lucia rolled up her sleeves. Claudette stayed to watch Lucia scrub the first few bowls, and when she was satisfied that the young girl was diligently following orders, she retired to her quarters. John and Margaret leaned idly against the counter, watching tiny bubbles fill the air.
"When I first arrived in town," said Lucia, "the people flew into a mad frenzy." She looked over her shoulder to see if the other servants were listening.
The Night Prince - Chapter 11Chapter Eleven
In Which The Mansion's Other Residents Cause Hardship For Lucia
As fate would have it, it was indeed Lucia who was to clean the Great Hall. She had not been to the immense stone chamber since she first arrived at the mansion, and she had forgotten how very large it was. As Claudette led her into the room, Lucia could not help but stare wide-eyed and horrified at the many tapestries that hung overhead. The large space with its many alcoves, the carpets, and all the furniture; that would merely be time consuming. But she had no idea how to even begin beating the dust out of the massive tapestries.
Upon hearing the news that it would be Lucia's responsibility alone, John and Margaret immediately offered their help. But Claudette forbade it. She said that it was Prince Julian's orders that Lucia undertake the task alone, and to go against such an instruction could only lead to worse consequences.
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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