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A Promptoberfest story
© 2024 by Walter Reimer
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Prompt: normal
Morning sunlight streamed through the armorglass windows of the estate’s eastern wing as two guards finished searching the room for surveillance devices, bombs or poisons. The room received a clean bill of health, and the guards opened the door for the Regent and several servants to enter. “Thank you both,” the leopard femme said to the guards as the servants set out plates and silverware for three. A coffee service was brought in for her, and the servants withdrew to get breakfast from the kitchen.
Alys stood and stepped away from the table, smiling as her two sons came into the breakfast room. Farukh got ahead of his older brother and hugged his mother. “Good morning, Mother!” the eleven-year-old said happily, giving her a kiss on the cheek and receiving one in turn before moving aside for Vladmir.
“Good morning, Vladmir,” Alys said, giving her oldest a kiss on the cheek. “How are you today?”
“Good morning, Mother,” and the Emperor pecked her on her cheek before adding, “I’m fine.” He looked around the room as a group of servants entered with trays, and he raced his brother to their seats as glasses of juice were poured for them. Lady Alys smiled fondly at her sons and sat down as coffee was served to her.
Breakfast was tamagoyaki with sauce and a bacon mousse whose saltiness offset the mildness of the other entrée. Small dishes held fresh fruit and toast. Farukh tucked into his meal enthusiastically, while Vladmir looked around the room, ears flicking.
“Is there something wrong?” Alys asked.
“Sergeant Okwenda isn’t here,” Vladmir replied. “He’s usually standing by the door,” he added before spooning some mousse onto a slice of toast.
His mother hesitated for a moment before saying, “He’s gone away.”
Farukh accepted this matter-of-factly. Vladmir looked across the table at his mother. “He’s dead?”
Her ears laid back. “Yes.”
Her oldest son nodded. “I didn’t like the way he looked at you sometimes.” He bit into the piece of toast and chewed. Swallowing, he added, “I’m supposed to have lessons in politics this morning, according to my padd.”
Alys nodded. Vladmir had guessed correctly, seeing past her innocuous statement. He was getting to be more like his father every day.
She could never hide anything from Felix either.
A Promptoberfest story
© 2024 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
tegerioPrompt: normal
Morning sunlight streamed through the armorglass windows of the estate’s eastern wing as two guards finished searching the room for surveillance devices, bombs or poisons. The room received a clean bill of health, and the guards opened the door for the Regent and several servants to enter. “Thank you both,” the leopard femme said to the guards as the servants set out plates and silverware for three. A coffee service was brought in for her, and the servants withdrew to get breakfast from the kitchen.
Alys stood and stepped away from the table, smiling as her two sons came into the breakfast room. Farukh got ahead of his older brother and hugged his mother. “Good morning, Mother!” the eleven-year-old said happily, giving her a kiss on the cheek and receiving one in turn before moving aside for Vladmir.
“Good morning, Vladmir,” Alys said, giving her oldest a kiss on the cheek. “How are you today?”
“Good morning, Mother,” and the Emperor pecked her on her cheek before adding, “I’m fine.” He looked around the room as a group of servants entered with trays, and he raced his brother to their seats as glasses of juice were poured for them. Lady Alys smiled fondly at her sons and sat down as coffee was served to her.
Breakfast was tamagoyaki with sauce and a bacon mousse whose saltiness offset the mildness of the other entrée. Small dishes held fresh fruit and toast. Farukh tucked into his meal enthusiastically, while Vladmir looked around the room, ears flicking.
“Is there something wrong?” Alys asked.
“Sergeant Okwenda isn’t here,” Vladmir replied. “He’s usually standing by the door,” he added before spooning some mousse onto a slice of toast.
His mother hesitated for a moment before saying, “He’s gone away.”
Farukh accepted this matter-of-factly. Vladmir looked across the table at his mother. “He’s dead?”
Her ears laid back. “Yes.”
Her oldest son nodded. “I didn’t like the way he looked at you sometimes.” He bit into the piece of toast and chewed. Swallowing, he added, “I’m supposed to have lessons in politics this morning, according to my padd.”
Alys nodded. Vladmir had guessed correctly, seeing past her innocuous statement. He was getting to be more like his father every day.
She could never hide anything from Felix either.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Leopard
Size 78 x 120px
File Size 51.8 kB
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