|A Day in the Court Saloon
||[Nov. 3rd, 2005|06:32 pm]
Cartagia gazed in the mirror being held before him. It wasn’t the socially inept boy that had arrived at court three months earlier to be crowned Emperor nor was it the image of the Emperor that he had pictured for himself. He looked at his crest; it was so tall and silly looking. Cartagia laughed at the reflection.
“I should like it shorter.” Cartagia requested as he touched the absurd looking frill of hair on his head.
“Shorter Majesty?” The hairstylist questioned.
Cartagia sighed heavily. He rolled his eyes in frustration at the now bumbling stylist. “Yes, I would like it to be shorter!” Cartagia stated annoyed before turning back to his reflection. The man stood wide-eyed for a moment before he scrambled into action. He trimmed a small sliver off. Cartagia watched intently in the mirror a scowl starting to threaten his normally cheerful expression.
“Here you fool!” Cartagia finally burst unable to hold his tongue any longer. He grabbed the hand with the scissors and cut off half the length of hair. The room gasped, hands fluttering to mouths and eyes growing wide as saucers as the hair fell to the ground.
“Now straighten it.” Cartagia demanded as he roughly let go of the hand.
No one moved and they barely breathed.
“Well?” Cartagia asked impatiently. “Get on with it.” He continued as his eyes drifted from the mirror to the others in the room.
The stylist was still stunned and only slowly did the Emperor’s words seem to reach his intellect. “Oh!” He exclaimed as he once more looked at the unfinished crest. “Yes... yes... of course Your Majesty.” The hairstylist groomed the crest and tried to ignore the slap in tradition's face that its length presented.
Cartagia himself then took the mirror in hand and examined the crest. It was quite stunning and it pleased him very much. “It is perfect.” He declared with excitement. “Don’t you think it is perfect?” He asked the room. The eyes seemed to widen further as if unsure what to say. Hesitant glances past around the room as they looked to others for an appropriate answer.
Finally the stylist broke the silence hesitantly. “It is very charming your Majesty.”
Cartagia smiles. “I agree. It would make quite a court style don’t you think?”
Crossposted to theatrical_muse