A Midsummer Night's TaleA Midsummer Night's Tale6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
If anything gave the merry trickster of the night a clue-in as to how angry his lord was, it was the fact that, not only did he call for him in such a loud, enraged way, but the mere sound sent the very ground that he had been trying to stand on quaking such that he nearly fell over in his hurry to arrive in his masters chambers. The great look of loathing he was given did not dampen the skip that was in his step as he made his way across the marble floor and over to the king of the fairies, plopping down onto his knees before him so that he could place his arms upon the others legs, crossing them so he could set his head down to peer up at him like an innocent puppy. Yes, my lord? he asked- as though he didnt know already.
Perhaps it was simply the fact that he was used to it, but Oberon did not push his servant off of his person, instead merely continued to glare down at him. You try my mercy far too much for