D’Artagnan and Mecthilde~they always have pompous names~were looking into their mirror in dismay.
“I don’t understand, darling,” the queen said. “Is it a threat about tomorrow, a reminder of yesterday?”
They’d been plum horrified for years about the one disadvantage of their family’s curse. Their mirror kept showing them things, but without an explanation.
“Robespierre,” she asked their page, “Might you know where we could find someone who could help us interpret these messages, please?”
“Alas, Madame,” the servant admitted charily, “The cost of leadership is high. One must always rely only upon one’s wits.”
Welcome back yet again to Rochelle’s weekly Friday Fictioneers. Read her blog to find out what it’s all about. This week’s photo prompt was generously contributed by Nathan Sowers and his grandmother, Dawn M. Miller .