He'll Be Coming Down The Chimney Down Novels & Stories

"He is wearing the white wool. He thinks he is going to declare the throne vacant before the sun hits the mountain peak." "He won't declare anything if he is choking, My Lady," Yi Zhou muttered, his teeth clicking together as the cold from the stone floor hit his bare, dirty feet. "The wind is coming from the south now. The smoke from the ditch is rolling straight into the lower assembly hall. They are already breathing ash up there." I did not look back at the troughs as I cleared the steps.

I'd rather stay with the mother hen. "And pop out more chicks?" I couldn't stop laughing. "Maybe." He pecked the top of my head. "We need more warmth, don't you think?" He nudged my shoulder. "Winter is around the corner." He teased. "Are you suggesting by chance that they would be useful in the chimney?" I raised my head to meet his gaze. "Not at all." He almost yelled, causing us to chuckle. "Babe," I wriggled my butt in between his thigh. "I need to go, father, would be very hungry at me."

"You can't be serious right now. Here I am thinking of what my punishment would be if Demetrius comes back, and here you are telling me I need hot chocolate?! What I need now is a coffin and a burial." "Tsk," he clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes. "Stop saying nonsense, sister-in-law. Now come on, let's get going!" With that, he drags me by the arm, and we both exit the garden. "I don't like this, Hendrix," I complain as we head back to the mansion. "You will enjoy my hot chocolate, I promise," Hendrix says. I can hear the excitement in his voice. "Well... I don't mind having one last hot chocolate before I die," I purse my lips sadly.