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friend's presence.
She stood up. “You must be Falstone. The rumors of your personality hardly do you justice."
Falstone nearly tripped over himself to kiss her hand. “My lady. Don't believe everything the boy tells you, for he tends to exaggerate. Same with the rumors. Basically, don't trust anything you ever hear about me."
The Godmother relinquished her hand. “I'll keep an open mind."
Falstone crashed down on the bed next to the prince, sending the aroma of sweat and pure alcohol into Braedon's face.
"By the gods, Falstone. Where did you even come from?"
His friend ignored the question and spoke in a very audible whisper. “You've got to tell me all the details. I never knew you had a thing for silver, if you know what I mean."
The prince's neck felt hot. “Just tell me why you were looking for me."
Remembering himself, Falstone dug deep into a pocket and pulled out a piece of parchment. “A messenger came wandering into the tavern this morning. I thought it was better if I delivered it. It's always best to hear news from a friend."
"Fine. I just think that protocol should be amended to include that friend taking a bath first."
"It's from your mother. The Queen of Loren!"
Falstone cleared his throat. Then, he raised his voice an octave in an effort to impersonate Braedon's mother. “Braedon. I don't know exactly which alley you slept in last night, but it would behoove you to return home this instant for the planned tea with the ladies of the kingdom tomorrow. I hope that you will think of your mother when you make your next set of decisions."
The prince put up his hand. “Please, Falstone. Stop making that voice."
Even the Godmother seemed to crack a smile at the impersonation.
Falstone stood up taller and puffed out his chest. “You don't believe my portrayal is accurate, dear Prince? Why, I could walk right into the castle today and take over. I just need a wig and some makeup."
"And a shave. And a diet to lose about… 200 pounds?"
Falstone wrinkled his nose and tossed the parchment onto the bed. “I was just trying to have a little fun, my boy. You should remember fun. In fact, I had a lot of fun the last time I had tea. I was put in a precarious position where I had to choose among three women to invite to a tea my father was holding. So, naturally, I brought all three and–"
Now the prince cleared his throat. “That's enough, Falstone. The lady and myself have no interest in hearing this."
"I completely understand. You want to save the naughty stories for behind closed doors."
The prince wasn't sure his face could get any hotter. “Falstone, I will see you later today."
The old drunk scratched at his beard. “I once took some time to learn from the older generation. I was with the woman who was maybe two… no, three years my senior–"
Braedon hopped off the bed and pushed Falstone through the open door until the large man had cleared the threshold. “Goodbye."
With that, he shut the door firmly.
Falstone spoke through the wood. “I'll save a seat for you at the tavern."
The Knight of Ale clomped his way out of the building.
"You keep very interesting company, Your Highness.” The Godmother stood up.
The prince attempted to breathe out the embarrassment. “Falstone has really been there for me. At a time when no one understood how much pain I was going through, he was the only one who made me feel normal again."
The Godmother nodded. “I understand. I just wonder if you've gone long enough dulling your senses."
Braedon raised an eyebrow. “What should I do instead?"
"Come with me. I'll show you something that might serve as a viable alternative."
The Godmother opened the door and gestured for the prince to follow. To his surprise, he didn't even hobble out of the bedroom.
Chapter 15
T he heat from the walls stung Cinderella's cheeks. Smoke burned her eyes as she tried to look around for the one reason she hadn't run away. The fire was so blindingly bright around
She stood up. “You must be Falstone. The rumors of your personality hardly do you justice."
Falstone nearly tripped over himself to kiss her hand. “My lady. Don't believe everything the boy tells you, for he tends to exaggerate. Same with the rumors. Basically, don't trust anything you ever hear about me."
The Godmother relinquished her hand. “I'll keep an open mind."
Falstone crashed down on the bed next to the prince, sending the aroma of sweat and pure alcohol into Braedon's face.
"By the gods, Falstone. Where did you even come from?"
His friend ignored the question and spoke in a very audible whisper. “You've got to tell me all the details. I never knew you had a thing for silver, if you know what I mean."
The prince's neck felt hot. “Just tell me why you were looking for me."
Remembering himself, Falstone dug deep into a pocket and pulled out a piece of parchment. “A messenger came wandering into the tavern this morning. I thought it was better if I delivered it. It's always best to hear news from a friend."
"Fine. I just think that protocol should be amended to include that friend taking a bath first."
"It's from your mother. The Queen of Loren!"
Falstone cleared his throat. Then, he raised his voice an octave in an effort to impersonate Braedon's mother. “Braedon. I don't know exactly which alley you slept in last night, but it would behoove you to return home this instant for the planned tea with the ladies of the kingdom tomorrow. I hope that you will think of your mother when you make your next set of decisions."
The prince put up his hand. “Please, Falstone. Stop making that voice."
Even the Godmother seemed to crack a smile at the impersonation.
Falstone stood up taller and puffed out his chest. “You don't believe my portrayal is accurate, dear Prince? Why, I could walk right into the castle today and take over. I just need a wig and some makeup."
"And a shave. And a diet to lose about… 200 pounds?"
Falstone wrinkled his nose and tossed the parchment onto the bed. “I was just trying to have a little fun, my boy. You should remember fun. In fact, I had a lot of fun the last time I had tea. I was put in a precarious position where I had to choose among three women to invite to a tea my father was holding. So, naturally, I brought all three and–"
Now the prince cleared his throat. “That's enough, Falstone. The lady and myself have no interest in hearing this."
"I completely understand. You want to save the naughty stories for behind closed doors."
The prince wasn't sure his face could get any hotter. “Falstone, I will see you later today."
The old drunk scratched at his beard. “I once took some time to learn from the older generation. I was with the woman who was maybe two… no, three years my senior–"
Braedon hopped off the bed and pushed Falstone through the open door until the large man had cleared the threshold. “Goodbye."
With that, he shut the door firmly.
Falstone spoke through the wood. “I'll save a seat for you at the tavern."
The Knight of Ale clomped his way out of the building.
"You keep very interesting company, Your Highness.” The Godmother stood up.
The prince attempted to breathe out the embarrassment. “Falstone has really been there for me. At a time when no one understood how much pain I was going through, he was the only one who made me feel normal again."
The Godmother nodded. “I understand. I just wonder if you've gone long enough dulling your senses."
Braedon raised an eyebrow. “What should I do instead?"
"Come with me. I'll show you something that might serve as a viable alternative."
The Godmother opened the door and gestured for the prince to follow. To his surprise, he didn't even hobble out of the bedroom.
Chapter 15
T he heat from the walls stung Cinderella's cheeks. Smoke burned her eyes as she tried to look around for the one reason she hadn't run away. The fire was so blindingly bright around
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