Chapter 4: The Puppet and The Puppeteer
The second figure was chubby and looked like a man who enjoyed his als far too much, he had a perpetual smile on his face, that made him seem carefree, but he had a regal presence both in his deanor and voice, which painted a confusing image for Rowan, he was like a pig that had the presence of a lion. This was the third prince.
His eyes unconsciously misted over, and he felt like crying," What is wrong with ?" Rowan struggled to push the uncomfortable emotions aside, and he barely succeeded, his eyes drifted to the rest of the audience, they were the normal aristocratic ensemble, n in three-piece suits, with canes that had beco popular recently, it must still be all the rage because most of them were still holding them even while dancing, the ladies were in long flowing dresses that were primarily white with a dash of gold.
A gloved hand rested on his shoulder,
"Interesting, what do we have here?"
His heart sank to his stomach, and he was frozen in place, he could not move because the hand on his shoulder sent waves of icy chill through his body, Rowan's breathing was short and forceful, and each breath brought out plums of cold air, he was about to be frozen to death!
"What do you have there, Boris?"
"A little chick, General. A little chick who survived his crushed shell"!
"Humph…. It appears your little experint bore fruit".
A sudden feeling of heat, and Rowan felt that he had been stripped down and ticulously scrutinized, every cell of his body was dissected and cataloged, the General voice continued, "although it's a little rotten and lacks any essence".
"Rowan…dear boy, you survived, you made it
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