Bed of Lies

 

I am so sick to death of these crap papers.  And people gobble them up and accept the drivel in them as fact.  Nobody writing for them has any idea what is actually happening. 

And now Kyra says she is pregnant?  Are you serious?  Why didn’t she tell me before she ran off to this foreign country?   I hate to say it, but I don’t even recall having woohoo with her!

One of my neighbors, Madeline Moore, asked me for an autograph.   I was surprised I still even have fans – especially after all the stuff that’s been written in the papers. 

Heck, you read the papers, and I’m the second coming of Lucifer. 

I admit, I did some crappy, dishonest things and I regret all of them.  The papers are making me out to be my father.  Hell, dad screwed around with like 20 women while married to my mom.  I’m nowhere near that, but I am a class A bastard. 

So when I got into Hidden Springs I fired an email to Kyra to let her know that I was in town, and that I had had a private audience with the queen, who wanted me to locate her daughter Francisca.  I didn’t tell her the queen wanted me to MARRY Francisca.  That would be pouring salt on the wound. 

So I’m doing everything I’m supposed to do when I’m trying to lay low.  I’m spending my off days training my new golden retriever, Honey.  I shut off my cell phone.  I told my agent I was laying low and I wasn’t accepting any calls from anyone except family.  Though that was a proposition in and of itself.

“Honey, fetch.”

“Ruff ruff.”

Good doggie.  Good doggie. 

Sometimes I think Honey doesn’t even deserve me.  I’ve ruined three lives – three lives.  Me.  Sim Nation’s sweetheart.

A Private Audience with the Queen

 

So here I am in lovely Hidden Springs, about to confront my ex-girlfriend Kyra Foster for an exclusive she gave to Kiss and Tell magazine about our relationship. 

But first, I’m about to have a private audience with the Queen, Catarina Vanderburg. 

She has asked me to meet her in this secluded wooded area behind the Hidden Springs Lodge.  She has done this to ensure the utmost privacy. 

When I catch a glimpse of the queen, she is reading a romance novel.  I can’t tell if it’s one of Annabelle Smith’s but it sure looks like it.  Who’d have thunk it, the queen reading Annabelle Smith???

Anyhow, when I catch a glimpse of the queen, she is as regal as I imagined.  She is wearing a long yellow gown. 

I took a deep breath.

“Your Majesty,” I managed to stammer, sinking to my knees as is protocol. “You wanted to see me?”

“No need to bow, dear,” she assured me in the slightest hint of an accent. 

Dear?

“I’ve a proposition for you that might be worth your while.”

“Proposition?” I repeated.  “You have to understand, Your Majesty, that I’m an extremely busy man.”

“I understand, you’re in town to shoot a movie.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”  I wasn’t entirely fibbing, but I wasn’t being entirely truthful either. 

"I understand you and your last girlfriend had a particularly nasty breakup in the press, and I’m truly sorry to hear it.  Therefore, I propose a match with my daughter, Francisca.”

“Me, Your Majesty?” I asked.  “But she’s vanished!  No one knows where she is.  I’m an actor, not a private investigator.  I don’t even play one on television.”

“You were Francisca’s favorite actor.  Every time she heard you were in a movie she arranged private screenings at the theater just to see it.  She saw all your movies before they came out.  She had pictures of you all over her wall.”

“Your Majesty, I’m flattered, but –"

“Mr. Plumb, I’m confident that you and Francisca would make a perfect match.  You’re a musician, and she has had piano lessons since she was no bigger than my thumb.”

“Your Majesty –“

“If you can locate Francisca and return her safely to the palace, then – then I have no choice but to give the two of you my blessing to marry.”

“But your Majesty!”

“It is settled.”

Alone

 

Daisy isn’t speaking to me.  Neither is Kyra.  In fact, Kyra, I’ve last heard, has left the country. 

And my sister, Savannah – heck, she’s left the country too, along with her husband and three remaining children, including the youngest, Sierra.  I haven’t spoken to her in two months. 

So here I am… basically alone. 

Heck, I definitely deserve it, given what I’ve done.  Go ahead, pile it on.  You’re a sorry bastard, Sebastian.  You screwed up the one thing that was good for you in your life. 

As for my movie career, I won the role of Dacian Landegraab in the Pirates & Nobles movie.  Dacian is an interesting character and my life is beginning to parallel his.  Dacian defied his father when he fell in love with Misty Darktide, the daughter of a pirate, during the Aarbyville-Tredony wars in the Middle Ages. Since Dacian was super-thin, I’m going to have to go on a serious diet to fit into his chaps.  The fact that I’m playing a Landgraab doesn’t sit that well with me, but I take whatever role suits my fancy.  The Dacian Landegraab role was highly coveted and one of the most interesting roles to come across in quite awhile.