Entertain Me

"What impertinence you portray, Prime Minister Amraphel. Have you forgotten who stands before you to speak words of imminence? You do appreciate that you can leave with no head if you do so, do you?" Gavryll spoke with words of peril.

Amraphel could only scoff as he heard his supposedly threatening words. "Do tell me, who am I talking to? I seem to not know who you are, enlighten me of your name, sire."

Gavryll clenched his fists, "Such insolence!" he yelled fairly enough for everyone inside the stead they radiate their presence with to hear them.

"My, what could have been wrong?" whispered a court maid.

"Is the Prime Minister arguing with the Emperor? My, he's only making a folly out of himself. I greatly pity him once his head gets loose." said another.

The room radiated with words of mockery against him. "There are bumblebees around the place, and they're taking their ruler's side. How do you suppose they will respond against your rudeness against me?"

"Your Majesty, I daresay, you still harbour great pomposity among all. I praise your conceitedness, you are to no doubt the person who bear the biggest head." Amraphel politely forenamed.

Gavryll raised a brow, though his stomach churned by such indignation. There's nothing but bad blood between them, and Gavryll's mind tangled with the thoughts of begotten rancour.

"But I hereby tell you, moreover, inform you. These bumblebees you call are not here to take your side. They're plain as they could ever be, if they take your side, may I remind you that they do not do it for freewill. They act upon it because of the fear you inflicted on them. Furthermore, if I be more blunt than I already am, then I tell you, Your Majesty, these people wished that the Empress would have married a different man instead of you. In my personal stance, I sincerely hoped that you should not have been one of the choices, if time could bring itself back," Amraphel spoke further.

Gavryll held his fists, his nails painfully crashed on the bare skin of his palm.

"How dare you be the reason of the inflammation in my skin?!" Gavryll roared.

The uproar startled the audience. Their eyes interceded that made the two pause from conversing. Later then, Gavryll gained his egoism after it subtly faltered by Amraphel's words.

"You are indeed egoistic, Amraphel." he snickered. "These people will never take even one of your wings to believe in. Their mind does not speak what you have spoken, their loyalty is mine. I, the Emperor who feed their filthy mouths, would not side with you, a lowly minister."

Amraphel scoffed, "You do know that there is yet to uncover about your legitimacy, do you not? I, on the other hand, are of great assurance that I am legitimate to nobility, and a distant relative faction of the royal blood."

Gavryll raised his hand, inclined to disembark it on his skin. "Such insolence!" He angrily vociferated.

Before it could ever implant on Amraphel's fair skin, a loud sound of thunderous, rather blaring cacophony of astonished applause came through.

"You did me a great entertainment…" A smile crept up to her lips.

Hera entrances herself in the middle of the ballroom, her hands above each other before the extravagance of her clothing. Elegantly, she plodded across to come in close contact with them.

"Beloved…" Gavryll tried to voice about, though Hera only brushed her shoulders on his and stood beside Amraphel.

Her hand slowly drifted between the space of Amraphel's arms and waist. She hung them on them, and smiled, clinging on to him. Amraphel, astounded as he was, looked at her with a tinge of confusion, sauntering from the glimmer of his watches.

She nudged her cheeks against Amraphel's arms, her eyes brightly lit fire of seduction, Amraphel could only gulp as a reaction to her feat. At the same leisure, it provoked Gavryll with intensifying anger.

"What do you think you're doing in the sight of me, Hera?" He grimaced.

Hera looked at him, her watches which was brightly glowing with excitement and achievement of seduction faded as disgust took over her pupils.

"Am I obliged to not be endearing with a friend before you?" She asked, pretentiously mocked.

"May I remind you that you are bound with me by wedding and by vows."

Hera sneered portentously, "What are you referring to?"

She smiled. "Quit such deed of misconduct!" he yelled.

Hera subtly tilted her head. "Oh, pardon me, but I may remember marriage, but do enlighten me for I missed some parts that I have a husband in forsooth. I never felt the warmth of marriage, or that I have been married, after all."

Gavryll heavily sighed. "What I did was a misconduct. I was enticed, and awfully manipulated by that whore!"

He tried to defend himself, but Hera could only laugh at such defense.

"Are you referring to your woman?" she smiled widely, as if both corners of her lips would reach her ears.

"Indeed, I am. That is why I was trying to make it right." His voice sounded with so much pleading.

Hera looked at him with grim glowing from her apertures. "By arguing with Amraphel, do you think you made it right."

Gavryll looked, his heart pounding faster than it ever had. His heart and mind were occupied with a heavy amount of solicitude.

"Y-Yes!" he stuttered, but slowly, the next answer contradicted with the latter. "No…" he softly spoke.

"Then why is it that you made a scene when you are supposed to lend a hand for tonight's banquet? Are you content with accomplishing nothing, Gavryll?"

The eyes of the audience looked rather troubled and concerned, for certain, their concern was not offered for Gavryll, not even an ounce.

"My sole intention was to make him comprehend which place he stood."

"May you also do the same to your consort, for she's done another insolence before me in the nascency of this morn."

Gavryll raised his head, pondering. His eyes raised in question.

"I do warn you, if she dare behave in misconduct and boldly defy, and vie to harm me, her head will meet with the ground."

Gavryll immediately arose and left, he strode the corridors in search for Odette.

Hera removed her hand from the way it clung on Amraphel's arm, his face still red, looked away from her watches, and the audiences who beheld the scene left to tend to their tasks.

"You are one bad liar, Gavryll. You used to be better, what a crying shame." She whispered to herself whilst a wide snicker came across her face.