Post by greenie on Nov 7, 2009 23:02:47 GMT 10
Title: Invisible Illusion
Rating: PG-13
Words: 550
Fairytale: The Emperor's New Clothes
Summary: The Tortallans have a gift for Ozorne...
Notes: Apologies for incoherency! I'm majorly falling asleep and wanted to get this posted first, so I'll look it over in the morning and fix anything that needs fixing.
Gary stepped forwards. “Your Imperial Majesty, we come bearing gifts from the King and Queen of Tortall.”
Ozorne nodded and two slaves approached him from behind the Tortallans, carrying a chest between them. They set it down before their emperor, bowed, and retreated.
“Weavers, goldsmiths, tailors, and mages in the royal palace have been working together for months to create this wonderful outfit. It is a deep imperial purple of the richest silk, woven through with fine, pure gold. It has been designed with the hot temperatures of Carthak in mind, so that the material is thin and allows air to flow through while still being substantial to allow for modesty. Mages have placed the very best protective spells on it, so protective that it is nearly impossible to tell they are there. And finally, because of these spells, only those of true intelligence are able to see this cloth.”
“Really?” asked Ozorne. “How?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know, Imperial Majesty,” spoke Harailt. “I oversaw the mageworks in relation to it, but none of us know the exact combination of the spells that were used.”
Numair looked at his former best friend. “I’m sure you understand just how dangerous this magic would be in the wrong hands.”
Ozorne leaned forwards, curiosity in his eyes. “Show us.”
Alanna stepped up to Gary’s side, and they bent to open the chest together. Making sure to stay at the same pace as each other, they straightened, their arms up as though they were holding something between them.
Right on cue, Daine let out a loud gasp. “Oh! It’s just as beautiful as you said it was.”
“Such vibrant colours,” murmured Varice.
Ozorne looked confused. “What are you talking about?”
“The robe, Imperial Majesty,” supplied Lindhall as he gestured towards Gary and Alanna. “Ah…you can see it, can you not?”
“Of course he can,” answered Numair. “We studied together, I know he is intelligent. If we can all see it, then so can he.”
“Of course we can see it,” snapped Ozorne as he looked at the thin air. “It’s…very nice. We thank you sincerely.”
“If it pleases you, Harailt can give you a fitting right now, Imperial Highness,” continued Gary. “To make minor alterations to ensure a perfect fit.”
Ozorne nodded and beckoned a slave over. Within minutes, his personal dressing slaves had arrived, and a dressing screen had been set up in the corner of the room.
…………………………………………………
Daine blushed and looked away as soon as the emperor emerged stark naked from behind the screen. Alanna elbowed her subtly, while admiring the unseen finery. The dressing slaves stared at them, looking both terrified and curious as Ozorne showed no concern, and in fact looked very pleased with himself.
“It fits marvelously,” announced Numair.
Alanna nodded at Harailt. “Good job, you’ve done their majesties proud.”
“Such colours,” murmured Lindhall.
Varice agreed. “They’re beautiful."
Ozorne smirked. “We thank King Jonathan and Queen Thayet sincerely for their fine gift.”
The Tortallans bowed and left the audience chamber, just barely making it back to their own quarters before bursting out laughing.
…………………………………………………
“Fetch me my magical outfit,” ordered Ozorne. The dressing slaves looked at each other fearfully before bowing and leaving. Just the perfect piece of finery to wear, the emperor thought, to watch the traitor’s execution.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 550
Fairytale: The Emperor's New Clothes
Summary: The Tortallans have a gift for Ozorne...
Notes: Apologies for incoherency! I'm majorly falling asleep and wanted to get this posted first, so I'll look it over in the morning and fix anything that needs fixing.
Gary stepped forwards. “Your Imperial Majesty, we come bearing gifts from the King and Queen of Tortall.”
Ozorne nodded and two slaves approached him from behind the Tortallans, carrying a chest between them. They set it down before their emperor, bowed, and retreated.
“Weavers, goldsmiths, tailors, and mages in the royal palace have been working together for months to create this wonderful outfit. It is a deep imperial purple of the richest silk, woven through with fine, pure gold. It has been designed with the hot temperatures of Carthak in mind, so that the material is thin and allows air to flow through while still being substantial to allow for modesty. Mages have placed the very best protective spells on it, so protective that it is nearly impossible to tell they are there. And finally, because of these spells, only those of true intelligence are able to see this cloth.”
“Really?” asked Ozorne. “How?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know, Imperial Majesty,” spoke Harailt. “I oversaw the mageworks in relation to it, but none of us know the exact combination of the spells that were used.”
Numair looked at his former best friend. “I’m sure you understand just how dangerous this magic would be in the wrong hands.”
Ozorne leaned forwards, curiosity in his eyes. “Show us.”
Alanna stepped up to Gary’s side, and they bent to open the chest together. Making sure to stay at the same pace as each other, they straightened, their arms up as though they were holding something between them.
Right on cue, Daine let out a loud gasp. “Oh! It’s just as beautiful as you said it was.”
“Such vibrant colours,” murmured Varice.
Ozorne looked confused. “What are you talking about?”
“The robe, Imperial Majesty,” supplied Lindhall as he gestured towards Gary and Alanna. “Ah…you can see it, can you not?”
“Of course he can,” answered Numair. “We studied together, I know he is intelligent. If we can all see it, then so can he.”
“Of course we can see it,” snapped Ozorne as he looked at the thin air. “It’s…very nice. We thank you sincerely.”
“If it pleases you, Harailt can give you a fitting right now, Imperial Highness,” continued Gary. “To make minor alterations to ensure a perfect fit.”
Ozorne nodded and beckoned a slave over. Within minutes, his personal dressing slaves had arrived, and a dressing screen had been set up in the corner of the room.
…………………………………………………
Daine blushed and looked away as soon as the emperor emerged stark naked from behind the screen. Alanna elbowed her subtly, while admiring the unseen finery. The dressing slaves stared at them, looking both terrified and curious as Ozorne showed no concern, and in fact looked very pleased with himself.
“It fits marvelously,” announced Numair.
Alanna nodded at Harailt. “Good job, you’ve done their majesties proud.”
“Such colours,” murmured Lindhall.
Varice agreed. “They’re beautiful."
Ozorne smirked. “We thank King Jonathan and Queen Thayet sincerely for their fine gift.”
The Tortallans bowed and left the audience chamber, just barely making it back to their own quarters before bursting out laughing.
…………………………………………………
“Fetch me my magical outfit,” ordered Ozorne. The dressing slaves looked at each other fearfully before bowing and leaving. Just the perfect piece of finery to wear, the emperor thought, to watch the traitor’s execution.