Drabble Number: 14
Theme: Aristocrat
Characters: Sylv, Marquerite
Notes: Pre-created characters! *shock*

"Hey Sylvy?" Marquerite asked from where she was lying on her lover's chest.

"Hm?" Sylv mumbled, his hand playing with her ear.

"Where do you come from? Well, that and why are you here. I mean, I know that you come from earth, but you don't really belong here, and what's up with that?"

Sylv hesitated. "I'm the king of that entire dream world; the one through which we traipsed on our quest."

Marquerite stared up at Sylv. "Really? Then why did we have to go through all that shite?"

"Self-imposed exile," he said. "I needed to test the aristocracy; see what they would do without me."

"So you put us through hell so that some spineless aristocrats could decide whether or not to rebel?" Marquerite pulled herself up and sat stiffly a little way aways from Sylv.

"It had to be done. I do need to reinstate myself soon, however. A power struggle over succession is not what I need now."

"Have fun."

"But there is something that I must ask you. Would you, Marquerite, be my queen?" asked Sylv, holding a ring in front of him.