Writing as my dr self .. but angry
If this snooty blood stained knight rips my writing up even one more time I fear I won’t be held responsible. I’ve been whacking at this walnut thick skull for months now and he still refuses to accept anything I conjure up. I know what the lord expects of me, and why this is so important for the history of this kingdom, but this man just makes it IMPOSSIBLE!
I’ve been attacked by ogres twice. Twice.
Why does this matter? Because until this foolish, utterly infuriating man was in my life, I was living peacefully. Creating art for the lord and shooing off drunks. However, the second I start listening to a man’s stories, I’m being harassed. No doubt he’s spread my name somewhere. As if being blonde isn’t hard enough in this nightstruck kingdom, I now have to worry about pushy nobles and buckteethed green oafs trying to claim me as a head mount!!
Just today he was telling me about his first battle with an ogre! He summed it up to be some great battle, but I hardly think so. Some of his stories hold that dark knight quality everyone dreams to achieve, but most days he just patrols the town square! His work sounds impressive until you’re stuck watching him just… exist.
I can’t help but think he’s stalling. I’ve heard the lord complain once! His prize knight taking half a year for just a rough outline! It would be humorous if it wasn’t so blood boiling.
Oh my..
What does this say of my skills? My experience? Oh, the lord would think me a fraud! I must work quickly—even if the bastard refuses my best work, I’ll just submit it to the lord regardless!