Unplanned Events

In Which Cornelius Suffers An Unfortunate Bout Of Comedy Routine

It was still dark when I awoke in the¬†opulent, seven tier bed of¬†our grand estate. I was most confused because the last time I had been roused from my sleep in such a manner was to the sight of a maid thieving from my underwear drawer for ritualistic purposes. I pride myself on being an… Continue reading In Which Cornelius Suffers An Unfortunate Bout Of Comedy Routine