KH-5675
Esker Dunwich
MORGANIA: The Royal Palace
Today was an interesting day. For once the King and Queen of the planet were away on business. They were not due to be back for some time. Well, a week or two. Which meant that those who wished to have the family consider they're plights needed to go to another. But who? Who could they possibly turn to?... Ah, yes, the son. The Prodigal Son. He who they had created because the original daughter died horribly. That didn't matter though! Because they made a new her! Nothing was wrong with that. Not at all. So their new son, who had been artificially aged, was now sitting upon his arse in the palace. There he would head the words of his wondrous people. All would come before him and bow. Then they would tell their tales of woe in hopes that he could actually do something about it. Rarely, once in a long while, he could. Most of the time he just had to nod and apologize. So he often did not listen. For he had his own problems! What could those be? Nothing about his parents projects, his odd creation, or the apparent lack of sadness regarding his original self's death. Not a single thing like that.
Or at least that's what my parents seem to think.
They had left me without ever answering my questions. Not a single one. Luckily for the arses my Vanessa related memories were shotty at best. I'd forget about it every once in awhile. Sometimes I would have no idea that I once was her, or that she is me. There would be times where as far as I knew I was simply Vance Sallen. Perhaps that was for the best. It might allow me to serve my people better for a time. Working with the riff raff of our world was much easier when one could concentrate on the matters at hand. And there was much to be done. There always was, to be honest. Kings and Queens were always busy. Princes were as well. Just to a lesser extent. I was learning that the hard way.
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The next person was let into the meeting chambers. They would be asked to kneel before being given ten minutes to explain their issue. Should I be able to assist, another ten minutes was allowed for discussions. No one who didn't speak Morganian was allowed inside without good reason. This was, after all, the home of the language. How else was I to communicate with them? Basic was not something I knew. My butler, Jarad, on the other hand did. If anyone who could not speak this world's native tongue entered he would translate for me. With a heavy sigh and twinge of annoyance, that is. People who visited us should know how to converse with us. Otherwise they'd end up wasting time.
Time I'd rather spend training.
[member="Enigma"]
{He is, at this moment in time, unaware of being Vanessa's clone. His memory is failing him. So he won't recognize Circe at first, if at all.}