The Randomest Fairytale Never Told 4

(Should I Even Bother?)

Galvea's Note:

Yes, I have no life. Muahahahaha.

The Prince, deciding that his plan had to be absolutely flawless, consulted his personal advisor.

"Um. Hey." said the Prince most intelligently. It was a good start.

His Most Trusted and Highly Esteemed Advisor(TM) merely sat in silence.

"I, erm, need your advice."

No response.

"I'm planning something that may or may not be legal." He paused, then quickly added, "It's perfectly justified, of course. Just of dubious legality."

The silence was beginning to unnerve him. Did his advisor know about his plans? Had his intentions been obvious from the very beginning? Could he read minds? Was his secret out?!

Shoot. Better to just get it out and over with. "I..." -- a deep breath -- "IhategirlsandIwantthemtosufferandsuffer" -- another deep breath -- "andsuffersomemoreinreallyhorribleways!!" Pause. "WILL YOU HELP ME PLOT MY MOST EVIL AND DASTARDLY REVENGE?!"

Pause. The Prince thought he heard a reply, got really angry, then realized it was just his loyal subjects practising their colourful vocabulary outside. Not so much as a word from his advisor. Not a syllable.

He was annoyed. How dare his advisor ignore him? He was the Prince, for crying out loud! "Well. If you don't want to help, you could have just said so. I'm sorry I wasted your time and mine. Goodbye."

And with that, he turned on his heels and stormed out.

The sea urchin continued sitting atop its royal cushion, very much at peace with the world. Yes, it was easy being a royal advisor.

To Be Continued...

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