Post by flippmoke on Nov 12, 2009 16:51:38 GMT -5
UC 0079.09.15
Queen Margarethe the Third was an very well versed at forcing tears when she needed, and they were needed on the day she had heard about the death of Nigel. The whole castle was soon covered in the darkest color of black, making her saddened mood that much more believable. The curtains in the throne room seemed to almost devour the little light that was able to seep through the slits between them from the otherwise beautiful sunny day in the Netherlands. The room was filled with the distinctive clicks of a camera as four reporters allowed into the throne room moved towards the grieving Queen.
One reporter stopped for a moment as he moved closer to the Queen as a chill ran down his spine. The light that shined below the throne where the Queen with a dark veil shielding her face brought a moment of fear to his soul. Almost as if he was walking towards the throne of satan himself. The reporter shrugged it off however, as a small whimper came from the Queen as she showed her dispair.
"Your majesty, we all feel so sorry for your loss." said the first reporter as he moved up to kneel in the small patch of light allowed to seep in right in front of the throne.
"It is quite alright, we feel like everyone in the kingdom is our family, so we all share the same pain," said the Queen as she forced a stream of fake tears to roll down her face, purposefully letting them fall with out being wiped to the stone floor in front of her.
The second reporter moved slowly forward and set a set of blood red roses at the feet of the Queen then proceed to kneel as well in front of her.
"The people want to know if there is anything we can do to symbolize the great loss that we have been dealt through out the Netherlands," said the reporter as he looked up towards the Queen who continued to have tears dripping down from behind her black veil.
The Queen began to sob more, unable to respond to the question from the reporter. All the reporters were shocked suddenly as a man dressed in the deepest colors of black appeared from the shadows beside the Queen stepping out near the light. The suit of the man seemed to blend almost into the shadows behind him with only the glimmering of dark black metallic cuff links showing the position of his arms that rested with his hands inside the pockets of his pants.
"Master Key, you startled us," said a third reporter as he stared at the man with slicked back jet black hair that had materialized from the shadows.
"It would be nice if everyone hung a black sheet out their window, to show their sorrow," said Randy key over the light sobbing of the Queen.
"Yes, that would be a good idea," said the second reporter as he stood slowly to his feet still a little frightened.
"I think it best we left the Royal family to their grief," said the fourth reporter as the hair on the back of his neck was still raised. The other four nodded in agreement as they all began to back away from the Throne and head out the door behind them. A cool chill ran through the drafty room as if death surrounded them as each left the throne, each more excited the room where they could almost feel presence of the Grim Reaper.
Queen Margarethe the Third was an very well versed at forcing tears when she needed, and they were needed on the day she had heard about the death of Nigel. The whole castle was soon covered in the darkest color of black, making her saddened mood that much more believable. The curtains in the throne room seemed to almost devour the little light that was able to seep through the slits between them from the otherwise beautiful sunny day in the Netherlands. The room was filled with the distinctive clicks of a camera as four reporters allowed into the throne room moved towards the grieving Queen.
One reporter stopped for a moment as he moved closer to the Queen as a chill ran down his spine. The light that shined below the throne where the Queen with a dark veil shielding her face brought a moment of fear to his soul. Almost as if he was walking towards the throne of satan himself. The reporter shrugged it off however, as a small whimper came from the Queen as she showed her dispair.
"Your majesty, we all feel so sorry for your loss." said the first reporter as he moved up to kneel in the small patch of light allowed to seep in right in front of the throne.
"It is quite alright, we feel like everyone in the kingdom is our family, so we all share the same pain," said the Queen as she forced a stream of fake tears to roll down her face, purposefully letting them fall with out being wiped to the stone floor in front of her.
The second reporter moved slowly forward and set a set of blood red roses at the feet of the Queen then proceed to kneel as well in front of her.
"The people want to know if there is anything we can do to symbolize the great loss that we have been dealt through out the Netherlands," said the reporter as he looked up towards the Queen who continued to have tears dripping down from behind her black veil.
The Queen began to sob more, unable to respond to the question from the reporter. All the reporters were shocked suddenly as a man dressed in the deepest colors of black appeared from the shadows beside the Queen stepping out near the light. The suit of the man seemed to blend almost into the shadows behind him with only the glimmering of dark black metallic cuff links showing the position of his arms that rested with his hands inside the pockets of his pants.
"Master Key, you startled us," said a third reporter as he stared at the man with slicked back jet black hair that had materialized from the shadows.
"It would be nice if everyone hung a black sheet out their window, to show their sorrow," said Randy key over the light sobbing of the Queen.
"Yes, that would be a good idea," said the second reporter as he stood slowly to his feet still a little frightened.
"I think it best we left the Royal family to their grief," said the fourth reporter as the hair on the back of his neck was still raised. The other four nodded in agreement as they all began to back away from the Throne and head out the door behind them. A cool chill ran through the drafty room as if death surrounded them as each left the throne, each more excited the room where they could almost feel presence of the Grim Reaper.