2010-06-20: The Royal Guard Response
The Royal Guard Response
| Author: EM Drosselmeyer | Published: June 20, 2010 |
Note: This fiction is in response to 2010-06-20: Excerpt from the Britain Beacon: The Wonders of the Wanderer.
Drake Foxx let his boots fall heavily upon the oaken desk. He sat back allowing his fingers to interlock behind his head as he leaned deep into his chair. He took a moment to admire the new office he'd been given. Since the rescue of the Queen's Ambassador, Queen Dawn saw fit to grant Foxx a few requests to better his quality of life. Surely Her Majesty would benefit from having the commander of her royal guard on the castle grounds. He daydreamed as he lounged, his woolgatherings bouncing from lavish beach front Villas in the south of Trinsic to exotic jungle cruises in the lost lands of Terra Sanctum. Life was good he thought. The niceties of his fantasy were, however, interrupted by a knock on the door,
"Enter!" he called out.
"Sir, the latest edition of the Britain Beacon and the scotch you requested, sir" The butler set the bottle and the paper on his desk. Drake Foxx smiled and dismissed him, he could certainly get used to this. He poured the scotch into a heavy glass with a thick bottom. The sweet aroma of oak and cherry permeated his nostrils as he breathed deep into it. He took it down in a single gulp and set the glass atop the newspaper. He reached forward to examine the bottle more closely, but something caught his eye. The thick bottom of the glass magnified the words, "Vanishing Gypsies" and immediately he read the article. Daydreams of lavish river yachts and swanky beach villas would have to wait. He looked towards the adjacent wall and the swords that sat displayed there...
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