Sep 29, 2022
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Rob’s incoming message: the psychotic torture you can’t bypass and must endure twice.
Rob,you had one job. That job was to wait by the phone for Chris’ phone call.
Archie and Rob- King in Training
Archie made his way to Mirinydd. Abby had suggested that he talk to Rob about what to do as a king and all the responsibilities that came with it. To say Archie was nervous were an understatement. He had slowly been learning to read and write, so he was proud of those achievements, but he knew he had a lot more to learn.
The carriage made its way up to the palace, and soon enough, came to a stop. The boy gave a nervous breath and took a step out and made his way into the grand hall where a messenger was sent for Rob.
Rob & Clotaire | The Things They Carry
It was a cold and bitter winter day in the Colmar of France, the sky as bleak and grey as anything. It was the middle of a very harsh winter and most businesses were not open in the village for very long since most citizens were concerned with keeping warm inside each of their small little wooden cabins, each radiating heat from the fire places inside. The retired soldier and ex-Prince Clotaire though didn't seem to mind the snowfall as he was just about the only one walking about the streets, dressed in not much clothing especially for this kind of thing. The young man shivered slightly as he walked his one arm hugging his body for warmth, as half of his face or his nose rather was nestled warmly beneath a thinner and dirty cloth making himself not very recognizable. He wore old worn out boots at his feet as he trudged in the snow, as his jacket was black and woolen looking like something a poor man would wear not a prince. Clotaire also wore worn out old gloves at his hands, leaving his fingers exposed to the harsh cool air.
His face for the most part was dirty as his eyes were terribly sunken in and blood shot as if he had been drinking for days with no stop. He coughed slightly as he continued to walk through the winters day glad he seemed to be the only one out. The prince then glanced up and could see the tip of his fathers castle far off in the snowy distance and for the first time in his life he felt nothing but emptiness looking upon his home, it was a strange palace to him somewhere he felt he no longer belonged and where did he belong? Clotaire paused then to stand as he uncovered his face from the cloth and took a deep breathe, producing smoke as he breathed out due to the extreme low temperature of the air. He then put the cloth over his face once again with bare pale fingers and continued to walk not even bothering to turn and look as he heard the wheels of a carriage rolling up just behind himself for he didn't care or bother with anything much at all anymore.