The Weekday One Hundred

I was someone once. A chief steward in charge of a colossal and majestic castle. A majordomo if you are familiar with the term.

And if that wasn’t impressive enough, I was also the closest advisor to the master of the castle, a respected and powerful prince.

But that was a lifetime ago.

Now I stand here listening to time tick slowly away. I bicker with a ball of wax and two hunks of porcelain. I look at the hairy monstrosity I used to call a confidant and wonder how it all went wrong.

And… will this spell ever end?