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Chrysantheme has a minion!

Tancho the Sakura

Chrysantheme
Legacy Name: Chrysantheme

The

Galactic Bumbus
Owner:

RNA

Age: 12 years, 3 months, 2 weeks

Born: January 3rd, 2012

Adopted: 12 years, 3 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: January 3rd, 2012

Statistics

Level: 13
Strength: 23
Defense: 14
Speed: 13
Health: 13
HP: 13/13
Intelligence: 12
Books Read: 7
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Register Clerk

I'm the king's thirty second son

Born to him in thirty second's time

Born to him the night still young

Born to him with two eyebrows on

And that's all I was wearing

When I woke up staring at the world

My mom had been a rather crazy queen

But not at all a sex machine

She liked to keep her body clean, clean

Thought the world to be quite obscene

But she retired to her chamber

And we remain quite strangers

And to see me made her awful sad

And to touch me made her awful sad

And to see me made her awful

And to touch me made her awful

- Regina Spektor

His mother had been royalty from another country. He was the product of this arranged marriage, a political move that neither party was happy with. She had died shortly after he was born, body crumpled and lifeless at the foot of the highest tower in the palace. She had a husband and a family before arriving here, but they were long dead. She had lost everything. Her family, her homeland, her identity - it was far too much an indignity to keep on living. Her homeland was under a tenuous sort of "peace", enforced by the threat of brute force. By the very forces of his country! As per "business as usual" endless cruelties on the people were allowed, in plain sight even. Something invisible and insidious and crushing seemed to hang in the air. In his young life, Chrysantheme was removed from the concerns of the common people. Oh, what things the young prince did not see if he did not care to look!

In the same palace lived a ghost - well, he knew not her true nature, but she seemed like a phantom from another age. Her silk robes and long train seemed so out of place, as she had stepped out of an old painting. A halo seemed to crown her head. She had the overall appearance of a moth. She whispered to him, promising the throne if he would only follow her wise counsel. She slipped him something that had been hidden in her sleeve and bid him adieu. It was then he knew what he had to do.