Hmmm, How Very Interesting. I Think That Is The Perfect Punishment For Such A Disrespectful Noble. Alma.

“Hmmm, how very interesting. I think that is the perfect punishment for such a disrespectful noble. Alma.” Lucette purred, calling out to Alma.

“Your Highness?”

“Take the Duke outside into the courtyard and gather the nobles that are in the palace there. Inform the guards as well.” She commanded releasing the Duke for him to be grabbed by the musketeers and dragged out the room.

“Your Highness please! Mercy!”

“Mercy flew out the window the minute you threatened to give your support to the Rebels. I’ll be sure to inform Uncle about your...untimely passing. And your mother. I’m sure she’ll be very displeased with you falling from grace.” Lucette threw back at him, waving with a wide smile as he was taken to the courtyard.

“My dear apologies for the interruption and bringing you into all this. But an example must be made that just because Uncle isn’t here, does not mean that the laws of this land and rules of court have also went with him.” She explained apologetically, a hand messing with her wild curls.

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“It is not your fault. You did not know about it nor ordered it. And you avenged her, did you not?” She asked, a smidge of comfort in her tone, though she tried to sound nonchalant.

“What’s for dessert, Alma?” She then asked, turning to her loyal maid who had just reentered the room holding a large glass cake tray that held a cake with different shade of brown.

“Layered Tiramisu cake topped with whipped cream, My Lady.” Was her answer, to her delight. One of her favorite desserts, bringing back old memories of her mother baking it for her birthdays.

“Come Arcturus, let your guilt flow away for an evening.”

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Guys please reply to this with what your url means or references I’m really curious

So, I have started doing speedpaints on Youtube about two months ago. My friend had made opening music for me to use in my vids which presented a dilemma. I didn’t have an opening. So I drew this. This will be the design for my thumbnails and will be my opening.

Why is it a shadowy figure? It represents me being a vague, mean god to my characters. Cause that’s basically what I am to them. Inside the bubble will be the picture I drew in the speedpaint. I will post an example later.

Soooo…. TADA!

Finishing up her food, Lucette poured herself more wine, knowing that with what she was about to do that she was going to need it.

“I was born at my parent’s villa here in Valencia, a few miles away from here. The moment I entered the Spiral, the first rays of the sun entered the room, inspiring my mother to name me Lucette. Light.

 From that point on, I was loved and adored by my family including my clockwork uncle. When I was five years old, my parents went back to sailing around the Spiral. They did not like staying on one world for too long, made them restless. So I learned about the Spiral through them, meeting people and experiencing most people my age didn’t. Every summer, I would be sent on a ship to Valencia to spend the time with my grandfather and my uncle. My grandfather was a famous engineer who made amazing creations not just for practicality but for joy as well.” She explained, her eyes falling shut as the memories of times long gone flowed through her. She vividly remembers watching her grandpa work on his creations, sometimes for clients, sometimes for personal enjoyment. She remembers sitting with the dozens of other children as her grandpa activated a puppet show with another story, her eyes wide with wonder and excitement.

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Letting Arcturus speak, she glanced back with an arched eyebrow when his dagger transformed into a sword. Interesting magic. Tucking that info away, she turned her attention back on the Duke who’s eyes were now full of terror. Good. Let him fear her.

“I should burn you where you stand. Or perhaps I should let my guest have at you with how rudely you spoke to him. Or should I inform Uncle of your traitorous actions instead? I can only imagine the death sentence he would give you.” She purred lowly, placing her thumb over his Adam’s apple.

“Forgive me, Your Highnes-”

“You are long past that point, Duke. There is no turning back. SO pick your poison. His blade, my fire, or whatever my Uncle’s mind can conjure up. And you have been around long enough to know that he can be veeery creative.” She said, her nail scratching the skin on his throat.

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