Ragtag Daily Prompt: Lilac

Feeling more than a little glum and overwhelmed, Queen Pirouette sat at her work desk, reviewing memorandum and reports from the field of battle against the loathsome Empire. From the very moment she’d assumed the throne, it seemed as if a band of enemies had surrounded her and bombarded her with canon fire. The young Queen had taken to carrying little balls of opium to take in the event she were captured so that she might take her own life rather than be caged like an animal for display in a zoo.

It was while she was in this terrible state of mind when her fiancé, GarGar le comte des Deux Chats knocked on her door and let himself into her inner sanctum. He held something behind his back. “Greetings! My beloved queen!” He said cheerfully. “I’ve brought you a little surprise.”

To her discredit, Pirouette didn’t even look up from the mountain of paperwork before her. “Very well, Monsieur,” she sighed. “Just leave it on the desk. As you can see, I’m quite busy. I don’t have time for one of your silly games.”

Not to be dissuaded, GarGar cleared his throat. “That’s fine, my love; however, I must insist that you take a look at what I’ve brought you. It’s just a small token of my esteem.” He said this without a hint of rancor in his voice. Pirouette sighed and looked up from the paperwork that was the cause of her ill humor. To her surprise, GarGar held a bouquet made entirely of lilac. “These are for you.”

“Oh, my love!” Cried Pirouette, grabbing the charming little bouquet and holding it close to her face. “It smells divine!” In an instance, all the gloom and despair that had wracked her from head to toe were dispelled to be replaced with joy and contentment. How lucky am I to have such a kind and attentive lover! She thought to herself.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Beam

Once the Ambassador took the seat of honor at Queen Pirouette’s right hand, there was a flourish of trumpets, drums, fifes and tambourines. The Ambassador, thinking that all of this musical display was in his honor, rose to his feet, his face suitably red with embarrassment and pride, suddenly realized that all eyes were fixed on a doorway to the right of the Queen’s seat. GarGar, le comte des Deux Chats had entered the room from a hidden doorway behind the Queen’s seat of honor. Monsieur le comte, dressed in white britches that appeared to be studded with diamonds, seemed to emanate an unearthly beam. Quietly taking his seat, he joined the other guests in their rapturous applause for the Queen’s husband-to-be.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Thunderous

When the Imperial Ambassador, Monsignor von Thornbird entered the banquet hall, he was stunned by the enormity of the room, as well as by the number of people gathered in his honor. There must be two hundred people in attendance. He thought to himself. When the Chamberlain struck the floor three times in order to silence the attendees, he shouted, “Monsignor von Thornbird, Imperial Ambassador!” The Monsignor was bowled over by the thunderous applause that the pronouncement induced. So enthusiastic was the welcome of the courtiers, that he felt embarrassed. He could feel the blood rush into his face. His scalp began to itch. He had to fight the urge to turn and flee the room.

The Queen rose from her seat, holding a small glass of wine. “To the honorable ambassador, Monsignor von Thornbird! Long life and prosperity!” She announced in a loud, firm voice. “Here! Here!” Intoned the courtiers. They all took a solid draught from their glasses. Queen Pirouette then left her place at the table and approached the befuddled Monsignor. Taking him by the elbow, she said, “Please, my lord, come sit at my right hand. We’ve so much to discuss.”

Ludwig’s Monday Window Challenge: May 9, 2022

It’s those mysterious attic windows that always capture my attention. What’s up there? I wonder. Is there a lost Rembrandt? Abraham Lincoln’s Civil War diaries? There could be anything up there! What are your secrets? I’d like to know.

Monday Window Challenge

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Faces

Of all the faces Monsignor von Thornbird had seen in his life, Queen Pirouette’s was beyond dispute the most beautiful. Now he understood all of the rapturous reports that had come from all quarters. Without exception, every story of the young Queen began and ended with details of her legendary beauty. This beauty extended beyond physical description. Her poise, her gracefulness, her smile, all of these attributes and more set this woman apart from all others.

Where is le comte GarGar des Deux Chats? The Monsignor asked himself. From all he had heard, the queen’s fiancé never left her side, except when he was on a military campaign. Scion of one of the Kingdom’s oldest families with a devil-may-care attitude, his disinterest in politics made him most suitable as a future consort for Her Majesty. Dare I inquire?