Intro. to Journal:
What is a Royal Taster you ask? Well, since I am one, and this is my journal, I guess I can tell you correctly! A Royal Tastr is a Slave, like me, who tastes all the King's food for poison! It is absolutely exhilirating. I get to eat ll of the King's good food, to make sure that it wasnt poisoned, but that doesnt mean I cant enjoy myself does it?
Anyway, He is having a delectable course meal of roasted pig with a red wine sauce! I can't wait!
After Dinner, Day 1: ***
Mmmm... That roasted pig was delicous! It wasnt poisoned of course! He looked at me while I ate though, it was like he was testing me! It was scary!
Later in the night, Around Midnight: ***
Just in case I dont come back after breakfast tomorrow, let me tell you a little bit about myself! I am ninteen years old and My name is Tiberes! I have no family, well yet anyway, I am betrothed to a beautiful girl, at least I was, until I got stuck with this role! I have mousey brown hair that refuses to stay flat, and I have blue eyes. I am a skinny little man and I absolutely adore my King!
Day 3: ***
I hate that man! I accidently ate two bites of chicken instead of one and he has me beaten! I recieved thirty lashes and all because of a little bite of chiken! Well, maybe I should poison his food.... No, that was treasoness talk, I shan't be doing that again! I still cant believe how greedy that man is!
Day 5:(After Lunch): ***
The food was heavily poisoned, I shall be sick for days! I had best get some rest as the Healers insist!
Day 11: ***
I am back to testing. I start at dinner tonight, the Healers say I will be fine! The course will be Mutton smothered in a mushroom sauce. I hate mushrooms! I must be going, Mutton awaits!
Day 13: ***
Hmmm... The King is surprised I have lived this long, which naturally leads me to believe I shall be gone from this world soon! Oh woe be me! shan't ever love again!
Day 15: ***
Supper shall be simple tonight, I shall test and then be go of my services! I will live tonight through, and see tomorrow!
After Supper: ***
Oh woe be me....
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Census:
The Royal Taster, Tiberes, aged ninteen, Died on his fifteenth day of service.
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Notes on Tiberes from Household Servants:
None.
(He didnt live long enough to make any friends)
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King's Notes on Tiberes:
He was a good pet.... (Not that Tiberes sir)..... Oh, you mean the slave Tiberes? Oh yes he was a big help.... Wasnt he? (I was asking you that sir)
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(His journal was found and burned with his body, but not before the new Taster was able to read the last few words scribbled on the back page....)
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