TERRITORY WARS: The Royal Ballads (On Hold)

Chapter 5: The Dwarf Goblin

Chapter 5: The Dwarf Goblin.

"I am King."

The bed was big; much too big for him to sleep alone. When he rolled, he heard a moan, soft, soothing and rousing.

Gralan sighed. "Out," he said, "Both of you!"

The women woke with a jolt and bumped into each other clumsily, while fumbling for their clothes. Gralan watched them aloofly from his bed, the coverlets up to his waist. Two goblin women, they were, all in their prime. Young girls, Gralan would say, with breasts as plump as an orange and cunts as sweet as pumpkin juice. He felt his manhood stir...

"Bear your clothes outside," he flung a maid's shift at the other naked girl who couldn’t find her clothes.

They giggled, bowed, cooed "My King," and left, still giggling.

He hopped off the bed, naked, and wrapped himself with a robe; much too big for him.

A king's robe, a king's bed, a king's room, a king's castle, all mine.

 

The King's chamber was also large. It had no windows but a balcony which overlooked the castle yard. Gralan walked to it, looked out to the yard and witnessed the bustling goblins all shuffling about, off to perform a task or the other.

"Beautiful morning eh, my King?" cried Rowter the court master; a tall goblin, even from up here. He was dressed like a noble prince, as he was wont.

Gralan squinted and inclined his head. "Morning, Rowter! Alas, I cannot see the magnificence of this morning as I have not yet had my breakfast."

The goblin quivered from below. "Uh, yes, my King, I shall see to it right away." He soon scampered off.

It was a beautiful morning indeed. The sun was rising from the hills below and the little fog that had settled earlier was clearing. Hilgard, the goblin castle was atop the highest hill while the lower hills contained the rest of the territory. No wonder they said Hilgard was impregnable. What army could climb a hill unseen?

There was a soft tap on the door and a guard entered without being told to do so. Goblin guards always hung an axe behind their backs and longsword or a dagger on their waists. A pike was never too far from their fingers. They wore a shoulder plate, a thigh plate and halfhelm of grotesque design.

"Let me glare at you," said Gralan.

The guard stiffened. "Glare, my Lord?"

"Yes," Gralan said with a finger stroking his chin. "I feel the urge to throw an axe at you, a very big one. I am wondering where it would hang best; on your face maybe? Oh oh, or maybe, here…" Gralan grabbed his crotch, "Or where do you think?"

"I-I," stammered the guard.

Gralan saved him the trouble, "What do I tell you about... WAITING FOR A RESPONSE FROM YOUR KING BEFORE YOU ENTER HIS CHAMBERS?"

The guard swallowed. "I-I wasn't thinking."

If only you all had brains.

Gralan slumped to his bed. "Come in again. Go out, knock, and wait for my call."

The guard flushed, went out the door and knocked tenderly. Gralan waited a few moments,

"You may enter."

This time the guard entered with Frogath, his personal fool who had the title, King's advisor. A tall goblin (most goblins were tall to him considering his height anyways,) with a bad back and an ugly mouth which had a long scar dribbling across both lips.