User blog:Kate4TDWT/Kate's Short Story of Midievalness

'''Okay, so I was bored, wanted to create a blog, and this was created. You might regonize a few names, as well.'''

“Queen LF!” A loud cry echoed through the halls of the castle.

“Yes, Sunny?” A boy, dressed up in a tights, a frilly costume, and a rather large hat walked in, looking quite distressed.

“Why must I wear this DEGRADING outfit?”

“…I’m actually not sure. I think Princess TCF or Princess Kate picked it out.” Sunny’s cheeks became a bright red as he murmured,

“Kate…” and walked away. Queen LF rolled her eyes and turned to a large man on an identical throne.

“Addict?”

“Yes, my Queen?”

“Where is Prince Oatmeal?”

“…I’m not sure. That boy is pretty tricky to handle!”

“Yes...” In the meantime Princess Kate and Princess TCF were walking alone in the gardens. TCF turned to Kate, her long hair flowing behind her,

“So…what about Prince Daimion?”

“What about Prince Plat?” Kate countered, obviously irritated. Two men came running out into the garden, panting widely.

“Have….you….seen….Prince….Oatmeal?” The taller one asked.

“No, Alfan, sorry.” TCF said, shrugging. Kate turned to the shorter one,

“SG, why do they need him?”

“The Queen was just worried about him, that’s all.” Alfan turned to Kate,

“Do you have any idea where he is?”

“I’m pretty sure he’s visiting Sir. Mrodd, but it’s just a guess.” The Alfan and SG nodded and ran out, while Kate and TCF resumed their walk.

“Did you pick out that outfit for that jester boy, Sunny?” TCF asked her smirking sister.

“Yeeeep.”

In the woods…

A cottage lies by a stream, and two men are washing laundry.

“Duke, if you took that job, we could be living in the city!”

“As a royal taster, Mr.E? I don’t think so…”

“But you could-“

“Not another word, bro.” They both sighed and entered the house, while a woman was stitching up a skirt.

“Hey HR.” Duke said, slumping in a chair. HR turned and nodded. Suddenly a knock at the door roused them. They opened it to find a teenager with fancy clothes, and a loaf of bread. “Prince Oatmeal!” Duke saluted, and then thinking it was improper, bowed.

“Please, get up, and take this bread.” Oatmeal placed the bread in Duke’s hands and left.

“What a nice prince.” Mr.E said, breaking off a bit of the bread and eating it.

Back at the castle…

“I just hate how people think that I’m so frilly, cause I’m a princesses.” Kate spoke to Mrdaimion, a prince that the King and Queen had set her up with. Everyone thought they would be together, but they both remained friends.

“Where’s your brother?” Mr. D asked, looking around. “He’s usually here to make sure I don’t get to close to you.”

“Most likely off with Sir Mrodd.”

“Makes sense…wants to say goodbye to his friend.”

“Goodbye? What do you mean?”

“The knights are going off into battle…he’s most likely going to die.”

“Mrodd! Oh lord, NO! What kingdom?”

“King Reddy’s.”

“Oh god.”

In the middle class part of the kingdom…

Prince Oatmeal gathered his strength and knocked at the door of Sir Mrodd’s house. “Hold ON! Let me fix my hair!” Came from inside the house, prompting Oatmeal to roll his eyes. A man opened the door and embraced Oatmeal. “Oats, my good friend…you came to say goodbye?”

“Yes, unfortunately…are you SURE you want to go?”

“It’s not like I have a choice, do I?” Oatmeal could finally see what he meant. He DIDN’T have a choice. Unlike Oatmeal and his sisters, he wasn’t pampered. He was born into fighting, and he would die because of some silly argument between King Addict and King Reddy.

“…I know.” Oatmeal said at last. He fought back tears, envisioning his friend dead.

“How are your sisters?” Mrodd asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“TCF artsy and Kate loud.”

“Yep, sounds like them.”

Now, back to the castle…

“Dad, you CAN’T do this!” Kate screamed at Addict. Queen LF was trying to calm down TCF, who was crying over her friend. “Mrodd and the other knights against HIM? What’s the argument all about anyway?” Addict glances at LF and LF glanced at Kate.

“It’s about…nothing.” He shook his head, “You’ll learn when you’re older.”

“Tell me now.” 

“HE KILLED YOUR MOTHER!” Addict roared and spun around.

“…the Queen’s not my mom?”

“She’s not your, TCF, or Oatmeal’s mother…you mother was named EBGR…and Reddy…” Addict paused and turned away. “…you’ll learn when you’re older.” He stomped out of the room and slammed the door behind him, causing the walls to shake. LF wrapped her arms around TCF, who pushed them off,

“You’re not my mom…”She shook her head and walked out. Kate, looked at LF, then at the ground.

“…I’m so sorry.” She muttered, then she spun around, and ran out, leaving only the sound of high-heals and muffled sobs.

Kate and TCF wanted to stop the war. Kate paced the light blue painted room, while TCF stared at the ceiling. “We have to save him…” TCF muttered.

“You think I don’t want to?” Kate sighed. TCF turned to Kate,

“Remember King Draven? The King before Addict, who was conquered by him?”

“Vaguely, why?”

“How DID Dad conquer him?”

“I’m not sure, sister…” TCF shook her head and went under the covers of her over-sized bed.

“I’m going to sleep away my sadness, goodnight.”

“Night.”

Time went and soon it was midnight. Kate jammed open her window, careful not to wake her sister. He climbed onto the nearest branch and shimmed down the tree. She landed on the grass and started running. “Mrodd….Oatmeal…” A bright light and an alarm came from behind her and he kept running. Soon, she came upon a cabin in the woods. She knocked and Duke answered the door,

“Princess! We saw your brother a few hours ago!”

“Really? Where did he go?”

“That way. Why?” But before she could answer, Kate raced off, determined to find Oatmeal and Mrodd, to say goodbye. She came across his house and knocked on the door. The door opened and Kate flew upon the person at the door.

“Sis, stop hugging me…” She heard the voice of Oatmeal.

“…wh-wh-where’s Mrodd?” She saw Oatmeal’s puffy eyes and knew. But her suspicions were confirmed,

“He was sent, along with the other knights…” Kate slumped against the door-way and cried and cried. “Kate lets head back to the castle.” Oatmeal grabbed his sister’s hand and they walked through the woods, to the house.

Dear Mrodd,

''It’s been a year sense you died in the war. And a year sense we conquered Reddy’s land. But only to give it up and live peacefully. I learned the story of my mother’s death, but now, yours is more important. I remember when I met you, when we were five. Your father was killed and my father became King. TCF sends her wishes in the afterlife. We miss you, Sir Mrodd. You would’ve made a better King than knight. Good luck, Sir Mrodd. ''

Love,

''Kate and Oatmeal. ''
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