4 Munchkins throne

"RELEASE US THIS INSTANT YOU PEASANT! I'LL HAVE YOU FLOGGED FOR THIS!" an all too familiar voice screeched so loudly that it brought Monica back from the pleasant embrace of unconsciousness, equally as much sending dread slithering down her back like a madly cackling snake on drugs.

Creaking her eyes open carefully, Monica came upon the scene of both the master and mistress being bound to two operation tables while a group of white clothed doctors bustled around their forms as if unsure of what to do.

"Please, your highness', we were ordered to treat you by your guardian in white, and his orders trump your commands in dangerous situations threatening your wellbeing. I beg of you, understand our positions…" one of the doctors tried to plead with clasped hands, sweat budding on his brows all the while, which only seemed to enrage the duo even more.

"HE IS THE ONE WHO CAUSED US HARM IN THE FIRST PLACE!" the mistress literally screamed back into the face of the poor doctor who was only doing is job and Monica pitied the man, knowing only too well how unreasonable the master and mistress were. Even though they were kind of right this time, but Monica conveniently forgot this little detail, relishing in the fact she had found something she could feel vindicated about when it came to the master and mistress.

Her thoughts and the ongoing screaming match were interrupted though by the door opening and Mr. Mime to enter the scene, humming a tune she found oddly comforting for some reason.

"Now, now, be a good pair of hostages and be quiet, will you?" Mr. Mime said after closing the door behind him with a small click, causing the doctors to gape in shock and the master and mistress to shriek in fury. Monica herself though had to fight with herself to not grin at the ridiculousness of the situation.

"Ho-hostages?! How dare you, servant! We are GODS!" The mistress screamed back in reply, causing Mr. Mime to tilt his head slightly as if in consideration of something, which for just a second sent a rush of panic through her body at the thought of him actually accepting the master and mistress' command, but her worries seemed to be unfounded and she let out a barely audible sigh of relief at that realisation.

"Heh, good one. Now docs, I've got another job for you guys." The man in white said while marching over towards the two tied down Tenryuubito whom he swiftly knocked out once again with a poke of his finger to their foreheads.

"See, there is quite a lot of people suffering downstairs in the dungeons. Why don't you hip hop down those stairs and check up on them? Yes? Great. Nice talking to you. Now, of you go." The man in white said without letting the doctors answer, who began to sputter rather funnily, after which they were promptly shoved out of the door.

This left Monica all alone with the man in white, causing a slight sense of fear to reappear inside of her, despite what the man had already done for her so far.

Gulping, she watched as he turned around to face her, staring right into her own brown eyes with his steel grey, almost silver orbs, curiosity and another unfamiliar emotion hidden behind it displayed inside of them.

"So, munchkin, how're you feeling?" Mr. Mime asked her in an almost conversational tone as if he was talking about the weather and not about how badly she was injured by the two people laying right next to her on the operation tables.

"Uhm, bad?" Monica began, unsure of how to reply to such a question without appearing insulting or offending, not that she had much practise at speaking her mind when asked about her own wellbeing.

"Was that a question? It's your body, isn't it?" Mr. Mime asked back with a note of confused amusement tinging his voice, causing a little embarrassed heat to creep into her cheeks as a result.

"It is…" She mumbled, causing him to snort a little in amusement.

"Anyway, I'm getting out of here. You can either come with me or join the slaves that I've released. Your choice, though if you come with me you may end up dead. Well, you may end up dead if you join the slaves anyway. There really isn't much of a choice you have there, but still, the offer stands." The man in white told her, after which he stood up and walked over to the two Tenryuubito, throwing them over his right shoulder like a pack of rice sacks without a problem.

Monica meanwhile wasn't sure what to feel, honestly. Elated? Afraid? Dread? Hope? She couldn't make heads or tails of her own jumbled mess of emotions, but she knew she didn't want to stay here anymore so she took the opportunity given to her and clasped it like a lifeline did someone having been stranded out on the ocean for a week with no hope of escaping certain death.

"I'll come with you! Please, take me with you!" She said, nearly yelling towards the man in white, afraid he may reject her still and only having offered her this opportunity to later feast on her crushed hopes when he rejected her plea.

"Alrighty, up you go." He said from next to her, having arrived at her side faster than her eyes could follow his movements, and in the process ripping her from her own insecurities.

With a yelp from both pain and surprise, Monica was swiftly lifted of her resting place on top of the table and shoved onto the broad left shoulder of the man in white, grasping at his head in fear of falling down from a height so unfamiliar to her.

Looking around in wonder, Monica, for the first time since she could remember since coming to the holy land, smiled a small smile of happiness. Truly, she was on top of the world right about now and she had acquired an incredible throne along with it! Things were finally getting better, at least for now.

With that the duo, along with the rice sack like Tenryuubito left the doctor's rooms and went to join the men and women down in the dungeons of the manor.

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