andrew–sunderland replied to your post: Mmm, let’s just say I have a uh, high standing in…
I mean. You have pink on your outfit. So you can’t really talk.
Not that atrocious shade.
Say what you want, I think it looks cool.
[Another pause.]
So uh, who are you exactly? I get that you are, uh, royalty, but I need to know how to address you…sire?
His Royal Highness, Prince Theodore of Cemrois. You’ll address me as your royal highness.
[Snort.]
Yes, yes, glad to be of acquaintance, your royal highness. What brings you to your loyal servant’s quarters this time of day? I thought you would be, um, consorting with your kingdom and passing laws and shit.
It hurts how stupid you are. You really don’t know anything about hereditary monarchies, do you? Or respect for your superiors.
Not really. I’m from a…less monarchy-ish place. I’m a new transfer.
I know. You’re obviously an American. Remind me later to call the butler and tell him to stop hiring Americans. I don’t know how much I trust your kind working with another country’s royal family.
[SUBTLE EYEROLL. He doesn’t know what this jackass version of SC is capable of. Obviously he has no idea of their…amorous marriage. He might not hesitate to have Chem’s head on a platter.]
Of course, your royal highness. Whatever you say. Shall we review your agenda for today?
[Finally, this little bastard is falling in line.]
Let’s. Walk with me. [And they walk. Theodore shrugs off his cape and dumps it in Chem’s arms like a coat rack.] We’ll be visiting mother later today. Her ailing health is a great source of distress throughout the kingdom, as you probably don’t know, and it’s only a matter of time before she passes.
[The little prince doesn’t sound so mournful about that.]
Of course, sir. I am very sorry for your impending loss. You must be heartbroken to see your mother suffering so.
[I mean, Chem hates his own mother, and if she died he wouldn’t give two shits. Maybe Theodore feels the same way.]
Ah, yes. Of course. [He says it offhand, like he’s not really paying attention.] After that, we’ve got some TV appearances, some interviews… Rolling Stone is doing a feature on me. Exciting stuff.
[Oh, so he’s a modern prince. Chem was assuming he rode in horse-drawn carriages. Chem pulls out his phone and pretends to write everything down, hurrying to keep up with SC as he strides across the house. Does everything look like a palace to him right now? Will he be seeing his supposedly sick mother, when Chem probably won’t? He has no idea, but we’ll find out.]
I see here that you also have a ribbon-cutting ceremony for one of the hospitals’ grand opening close by. Should I squeeze that in between Rolling Stone and People magazine?
After People magazine. I don’t want to be late. [He leads Chem up the stairs and to one of the spare bedrooms.] I don’t know if you’ve ever been in here, but it’s very... [He opens the door, but the room is devoid of people and medical equipment. Nothing is amiss.] ... somber.
[Theodore leans out of the room and glances up and down the hall. No, this is the right room...]
[He turns to Chem.]
Did my mother die already? Cantankerous witch couldn’t even say goodbye?
