Oct 13, 2018
“What?! The search party already left?! Curses!”
“Do you know where they have gone?! Please, you must tell me!”
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“What?! The search party already left?! Curses!”
“Do you know where they have gone?! Please, you must tell me!”
((Yknow what I have realized about my bby Lancelin
He is not that bright. I imagine his performance on the battlefield is nothing noteworthy, most of the time
But he does have one talent, if you can call it that
He is really, really good at coming out of something alive XD
He has survived countless deadly temples and enemies during his fool’s errands. XD Maybe doing so many gave him the skill he needed?))
“What am I doing?”
“Oh, I am making a rope. My beloved is being held captive in Castle Shirasagi and the guards, poor souls, have been brainwashed by the demon that has taken up occupancy there and they have thwarted my every attempt to enter the building. There are too many of them to fight on my lonesome, so I will latch onto a window with this hook!!”
He held up the hook for emphasis.
“And climb up! Sometimes the best plans are the simplest.”
“You there! Hello! Please, wait!”
Lancelin had returned from his latest journey. Clara had sent him to yet another dangerous temple in hopes that he’d die on the way and finally leave her alone, but here he was, alive, and holding a rare treasure.
“Have you seen Princess Clara? I must speak with her urgently!”
Far behind him, Clara poked her head out from around a corner and shook it vigorously.
“Don’t cry, milady! I still love you!”
“Oh...go cook some more steak!!” Mascara running down her face, she threw a cushion at him.
“Lalala...throw on some sauce...oh yeah~”
Lancelin was, yet again, roasting meat in the forest at Clara’s behest. “I know other men vie for your hand....but can they do this~!?” He slid a chicken off a rotisserie.
“Oh, Lancelin, you’re such a good cook, I’ll never look at anybody else~”
She pressed a frog to his cheek. “Thank you for the bacon.”
“Y-Your Highness!” Lancelin kept his eyes closed, as she ordered. “Your lips are so cold!”
“It’s drafty in the castle lately...”
There was a young man butchering a cow in the middle of the woods.
What a strange place to do that...
But it was out of necessity. Clara told him to make sure to process her meat in secret.