Calixte IV

Calixte IV

"Ouch!"

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. Forgive me."

"It's fine- OUCH!" The old crone jabbed me with a needle. Again. "Are you doing that on purpose?"

The old crone shook her head. "No. Hard a prince of the blood? I would never."

She jabbed me with a needle again. Once was an accident, twice was coincidence, but FIVE TIMES was enemy action- STAB!

Six times. I yanked my arm away from her, earning the wrath of my mother. "Calixte-"

"She keeps poking me!"

"Apologies, your highness. Apologies."

"She's very old, Calixte."

"Why is an old woman making my suit?"

"Because she's the best."

She's an old crone I almost said, but bit my tongue. "Perhaps it is time to retire."

"Oh, no, no, no. I cannot, Your Highness. Please, give me your arm."

She grabbed it and pulled it back with more strength than any old woman should have had.

"And why not?"

"Because Gabriella is a maiden at heart, Your Highness." Stab. "She must work, Your Highness. Stay still. I am almost done, Your Highness." Stab.

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