Post by King Adam on Jan 17, 2013 5:42:14 GMT
I am the shadow on the moonlit night
Filling your dreams to the brim of fright!
Filling your dreams to the brim of fright!
Adam smelled suspicion on the Imp, which the King hadn’t intended to make the Imp. He had somewhat of a fondness for the Imp and Rumplestiltskin was courteous to King Adam only, it was kind of nice, in a way. Sure, he may still despise Adam but it seemed to be on a much lesser scale. When Rumplestiltskin asked why the King didn’t ask the Fairy Godmother
“Oh, you misunderstand me, my good dealmaker. I don’t want to do another deal with you, I was merely asking. The Fairy Godmother has left the Nine Kingdoms, it seems, gone to who knows where. Her apprentices and Glinda have gone too,” said the burly King. He didn’t know if Rumplestiltskin knew of Fairy Godmother’s letters to each of the good royals and nobles. If he did, he would know where she was.
Adam looked to the rose and smelled it. His hand then went to cup the rose but instead, a thorn pricked a finger. He dropped the rose, due to the sudden prick and stared it for a second before coming to. He searched for a hankerchief but found none; he looked to Rumplestiltskin, who by now was standing on a stump. Perhaps he had one.
“Do you have a hankerchief I could borrow, Rumplestiltskin? I’d rather not suck the finger.”
Tag: Rumplestiltskin
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