Pisces Tarot for November 2017

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Channel: Wellington Witch · 2017 · Entertainment

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The best part about being the Prince’s steward was quality booze and top notch food. Drew stuffed himself stupid with the finest meats in Dria as he sat at the royal table. A few court girls shot him giggly looks as they passed, no doubt to woo the common boy with keys to the palace.
The only down side of being steward to the Prince was that the Prince often decided to be a miserable bastard.
He’d tried to get a rise out of Anzel all evening. Anzel merely sat with a faraway look in his hazel-green eyes. The grand hall looked even grander: sapphire-blue drapes cascaded near the makeshift stage, golden candelabras in the form of constellations illuminated feasts on every table. Usually Anzel admired a thing or two. Tonight he kept quiet. Drew tried prodding him, goading him, even talking about political unrest (not his strongest topic).
Anzel offered a weak smile while he constantly tugged on his ridiculously oversized cloak sleeve.
Drew racked his brain. Anzel liked music. He also liked dancing, but that came later in proceedings which meant Drew had to sit with a mope.
“I bet,” Drew leaned back in his padded chair so only Anzel could hear him—King Cenric and the Queen sat on their throne-like dining chairs, deep in conversation with Nortland dignitaries, “that I can stuff five pickled eggs into my mouth without choking.”

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