As I type, I'm listening to the Archive reading the selected entries for the prompt, Problem Child. In a few more moments, the Promptcast will be reading the anonymous entries from the assembled maniacs including my good self.
The prompt for next week is "Love Bites" so Compte Dragomyr is reappearing in the Archive. He has a type and it's looking like an Operatic Primadonna and thinking like Machiavelli.
I dunno if he's ever going to get a whole story. Time, as always, will tell.
I have a warehouse of OC's and I'm not afraid to use them.
Onwards to today's little tale.