He had been asked to do one simple task. The excruciating pain he experienced made him sure that he would remember it. He stumbled into the church, glancing around at the empty aisles, grabbing his side. The sound of crumbling got his attention - a fallen angel bust through the wall behind the altar. Of course. Just his luck. But things were different this time - he won.
No fated meeting this time. He wouldn’t nearly die, and the king would not come to save him. Not yet, anyway. The goal of his creation was to travel into the palace, anyway, so how would he do it? Hard work it seemed - the citizens of the kingdom seemed to employ a need for a capable soul of taking out angels. Well, he was only so capable.
He would work himself half to death, as the machinations involving the princess’ illness were already under way. It seemed, from an outsiders perspective, that citizens were simply suffering some sort of curse, dying, but without the insider knowledge of why it wasn’t much. But it would have to happen, of course, that he would collapse from exhaustion.
“Hey, are you okay?” The voice that would become his respite in a life of suffering would pull him back from the brink. He didn’t respond, just nodded his head. “Oh geez, we’ll take you back to the castle with us.”
“But the princess said she didn’t want any other strangers around...” The mouse ears twitched in curiosity.
“Hey, he looks like a nice guy! Look at him. He’s got a silly scarf~” Comforting hands lifted him on both sides, welcoming him into their lives.
It took a while but he had finally done it. Somehow, he’d infiltrated the royal family.