Bracing his hip and shoulder against the doorway, Shinya sipped from his cup as he watched the spectacle in the adjoining room. The continuation of huffing and light thumping noises caused him to roll his eyes. “You better not have fleas ( Read more... )

When he was given clothing that better suited, not only his new status, but his English home as well, there on the shirt and cape was a stitched on crest - proof that he was now a part of the royal family.

Though Shinya would have preferred the wedding to be a small affair, he allowed it to be large so the kingdom could witness their King’s marriage.

He regretted allowing it when tears started slipping down his cheeks as the ceremony come to an end.

He always spoke in a murmur when he was left lying on the floor or leaning against the wall; words spilling from his mouth as he retold tales and spells and many things that no one would hear. It was always when he was alone or that monster was seated away from him after finishing; speaking to himself helped keep the emptiness away, even as it ( Read more... )