#alcaster

Mythros: Is it me, My Queen? 

Hildyr: No, it isn't you. 

Alcaster: Is it me, My Queen? 

Hildyr: No, it isn't you. 

Waltz: ...Is it me, My Queen? 

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I stayed up and made this at 4AM.

Cinderella Phenomenon on Crack.

Have a small piece.^^

Myth didn’tlike Alcaster. He was brutish, had no sense for sensible approaches and was tryingto take what belonged to his queen: The throne.

What didthe man even think was going to happen? Well, he knew what the man thought wasgoing to happen. That him taking over would instil enough fear into people tomake them ‘more productive’ again. Moron. He would be busy wasting theresources of this raised productivity to instil the fear needed to raise productivity.

Even nowthe man was strutting around in the room they were meeting in. Tense, as ifawaiting someone to just barge into the room. Not that Myth was going to remindhim of the spell keeping people away.

“That planis not going to work that way,” he finally said, “There is no way we can assurethat all of the turned knights will be in the palace at the same time and noone else. The number of the knights in question is too small.” And people notinvolved would never let his alliesin. And witches were vulnerable to steel like everyone else, if there was notime to cast a shield.

The man gavehim a cold glare Myth just answered with an unimpressed, raised brow. “Do youhave a better plan?” he snarled coolly. “More time to turn more knights to thecause,” he commented calmly. The man could do with some patience. But thenhumans had short life spans. Did Alcaster start feeling his age? Was that thereason why he started pushing everything forward faster?

“We can’twait forever! If the brat marries, there’ll only be more people to take care of!”“As long as the king pretends to let the crown go, there shouldn’t be a problemat all,” the witch replied. Not that the crown would go to anyone else than hisqueen.

Lucette: My happiness?

Mythros: Tell me about it.

Lucette: I murdered Sir Alcaster last night.

Mythros: I feel you.

Lucette: Now that I have the taste for blood, I can’t stop murdering.

Sir Alcaster: You called?

Mythros: I wasn’t calling you!