#rpmarcus

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The gardeners had been irritated as of late. They kept finding crushed or picked flowers out in the garden. First they suspected Isaac and Amy, as they both were still kids and the most likely culprits, yet neither of them were behind it. Anastasia made sure it was the truth she was getting from them, but both her kids were in the clear. None of the other staff could come forward with an answer, even when questioned by the Master of the house himself. Regal wasn’t the sort to throw a fit over the state of the garden, but he knew how hard the gardeners worked on it and his heart went out to them for having that hard work torn apart. It wasn’t Anastasia could stand to see either.

Once they were finished for the day Anastasia set up a blanket and a small picnic for herself to keep watch. As a nobleman’s wife she didn’t really have any other matters to attend to, so she could sit there all afternoon. Hopefully she’d catch whoever was up to these shenanigans and put and end to them.

The time was passed with a book, one she could tear her attention away from if needed. The sound of a light giggle had her holding her breath as she looked up. There in the flowers were two fairies. One happily picking them and the other laying on top of them for a nap. A gasp escaped her as she stared.

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Isaac had been roused early that day and washed thoroughly before being dressed in his nicest clothes. His father said a noble from another country was coming for a visit and he had a son Isaac’s age. Isaac’s parents wanted him to befriend this boy. 

After all the fanfare of the visiting noble’s arrival had ended, the adults hurried off to speak amongst themselves, leaving Isaac and Marcus alone.

Miles sat up slowly in Marcus’ bed, holding the covers around him the best he could to ward off the cold as he waited for his brain to finish waking up. Sliding out of bed he shuffled over to the fire place, passing Marcus’ closet along the way when something fell. A box had toppled from the top shelf and pictures inside were scattered over the floor.

“Mmnnggg...” Miles stooped down and began scooping them up when he noticed just what was in the pictures. They were of Marcus, but Miles wasn’t in any of them. Instead it was a person with blond hair who appeared like a girl in some and like a boy in others. Miles let the pictures fall back to the floor as his heart shattered.

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It was without ceremony that Weiss was brought into the palace through the servants’ quarters, holding her head high despite the reasons that brought her here. How dare her father do this to her. Probably was some scheme to get her out of the way but this was crossing a line! Selling her as a concubine to the prince! That was just low! Oh if only she could contact Winter to get her out of this mess.

After having her small number of belongings delivered to the room she’d stay in when not ‘servicing’ the prince she was dolled up and marched out to meet the prince in question.

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Augustus gathered his things from the table in the study and sluggishly made his way to the door. The whole day had been spent studying for his exams, but despite his hard work Auggy doubted his ability to perform as well as his father academically. Maybe he wasn’t as smart as the man...

Stepping through the doorway Augustus felt a wave of light headedness and a gust of icy wind. Looking up he found himself out on a snow covered street with tall building looking over him. The area was completely divorced from how the Crown City looked.

Where--? He looked behind him for the doorway and found nothing. Augustus couldn’t figure out the situation, nor could offer one possible explanation. Should he even call out for help? If he was in a strange land he could be taken prisoner.

“Sorry, force of habit…” He admitted, slipping inside before gently closing the window behind him.

“I did knock though.”

“I’m sorry Marcus, I didn’t hear you.” She moved into her small kitchen and got some tea put on for her nephew, figuring he’d like a cup.

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