Ragtag Daily Prompt: Breach

Even though they were not yet wed, it had become customary for Princess Pirouette and GarGar, le comte des Deux Chats, to enjoy supper together. As they were surrounded by servitors, functionaries and ceremonial guards, the conversation was kept idle and for the most part, inconsequential. On this occasion, Pirouette’s confessor, Father Gant and Tata Sous-sus were sharing a meal with the happy couple. Court protocol required all to be silent until Pirouette spoke, so it was up to her to break the ice.

“Tell me, Father Gant,” she began. “How goes your work with the poor in your parish?”

Father Gant paused from his soup, cleared his throat and then said, “Oh, very well, Your Highness! Very well indeed. Your Highness’ concern for the poor is legendary. Legendary indeed.”

“I’ve been looking over the contents of my coronation oath, Father, and there is no mention of the poor. I wonder why that is so?”

Contrary to protocol, Tata Sous-sus chimed in. “The coronation oath has been the same for hundreds of years, my dear. Every King heretofore has sworn the same oath. To alter it now would be a terrible breach of tradition.”

GarGar gave Tata a withering look, but held his tongue. Father Gant returned to his soup. Pirouette tapped the table top to indicate that she was finished eating her soup; therefore, all the places had to be cleared. Father Gant looked crestfallen as gloved hands whisked his soup away. Tata sighed, licking her spoon before a servitor snatched it from her hand. GarGar, who was sitting to Pirouette’s right, gave her hand a quick squeeze. “I wonder what the next course is going to be?” He said.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Spruiker

GarGar listened intently as the Imperial Ambassador spoke. He did his best to obey Pirouette’s instructions to remain calm and quiet throughout the ambassador’s address, but he found it increasingly difficult. The ambassador’s butchery of the court tongue was hard bear, but it paled in comparison to the catalog of lies that issued forth from his painted mouth. His brand new shoes were a bit too tight and his feet began to cramp. Leaning over to one of his lieutenants, GarGar whispered, “I don’t know how much more of this I can bear.” The lieutenant’s face made an expression of sympathy, but what could he do? He just shrugged.

“We’ve got a word for people like you where I come from!” Shouted GarGar. “You’re a spruiker!”

Having lost his train of thought, the ambassador began to sputter. “Wha- Wha-” was his confused response to the interruption. He pointed his folded fan at GarGar and began to launch a verbal assault of his own at GarGar. GarGar simply snatched the ambassador’s fan away and gave him a poke in the chest. “I know that I am not alone in feeling disgust with your Imperial lordship. I’ll not say another word.” GarGar bowed at the old King and stormed out of the room, followed more than a few other courtiers.

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From the archives: first posted on October 10, 2010, it was actually shot in the late 1990’s.
Photographed April 5, 2021 – College Creek

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Seed

There were few places that Princess Pirouette enjoyed more than the garden. Many of her hours were spent among the blossoms. Besides the beauty of the flowers, there was the peaceful solitude afforded her. With the exception of a few ladies-in-waiting, who knew when to be quiet, she was alone. It was here in the gardens that she could sort out her thoughts. While many a seed might be planted in the ground, other seeds were allowed to germinate in her mind.