Good Deeds

[Guu]

“Princess Guu is out of town, but Second-in-Command Sylvia Black is available to take your request.”

“Awesome!” Exclaimed Jams as one of the guards stepped through the large wooden palace doors.



Sylvia had a lot on her mind. It wasn’t just the weight of her responsibilities now that Guu was out of town. It wasn’t just the business forms she had to look through, the requests from the township, or the complaints about the ever pranksters mafia. It wasn’t just picking more applicants for the military.

All of those were a factor, but one thing clouded her judgement: Molly

This 11-year-old girl just took off for the Vasty Deeps without consulting her. She claimed to bring Pinkie Pie along with her as a chaperone, but she wasn’t sure anymore. When the child you’re looking after lies, you begin to question what they even say is truth anymore.

She could only imagine the killer robots that could be stalking her down in the coruscant territory. We’ve all heard the rumors after all. But it’s not just that, the predators that could be hunting for their next vulnerable target. The thought was bone chilling.

A tingle goes down her spine. Molly could be in danger, but she can’t leave Ambrosia. She can’t leave. Molly’s in danger and she can’t leave.

“Miss?”

The voice interrupted her downward spiral. The guard from before was clasping her shoulder, a look of concern on his face.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” She said, wiping a tear from her eye. “I was just worried about-”

She stopped herself, maybe she shouldn’t be sharing her personal life with the guards.

Not that it mattered.

“I understand, I have a daughter too.”

“She’s technically not my-”

“Anyways, these two men wanted to talk to you about starting a business.”

Jams walked up to Sylvia, his arms raised as if he were going to conduct an orchestra.

“See, I hope to open a business her in Ambrosia!” He said gleefully, or at least a faked gleefulness to mask his nervousness of performing a literal pitch to a leader of a kingdom. “And if you’re skeptical, let me pitch my idea! So I want to build a soda empor-”

“Approved.” Sylvia interrupted.

“What?” Jams said looking puzzled.

“If you think you’re business will do well here, and you don’t plan to cause trouble, just pick an empty storefront and go ahead, or summon one in a vacant spot” She said, kind of plain and cold, but her expression quickly switched to a smile. “What was your names?”

“I’m Jams, and my friend here is named Eric!”

“Well, Jams and Eric, welcome to Ambrosia! Hope your business does well.”