this is a story on a king who tired of stone tables decides to have a team of his best craftsmen and researchers build a table
" I send thee forth to the etheral woods and caves of malgar. Build me a table of there best trees and metals this is my...
King Bartal BoB junior was the 232nd king of Balfeivan, like his father and those before him he was an egotistical, narcissistic, selfish, and greedy individual due to this history it was a miracle that Balfeivan had lasted as long as it did, though it helped that all of these kings could be bootlickers as well, so the kingdom was under the protection of the neighboring territories.
King Bartal's Pov
As my servants drew the curtains my brilliant mind and tongue spun, what a beautiful day in Balfeivan, oh how the resplendent rays of the sun are glorifying my presence. It is only natural considering I'm the greatest gift God has given to man.
TIME SKIP
Who's the best I'm the best! who's the best I'm the best! the dogs that were currently busying around cleared the way as my slaves ferried me on my luscious bed of gold and silver through the castle, "Good morning, Your gracious, marvelous, splendid, godly gifted, poetic majesty" I looked down and noticed the fool of an adviser greeting me, I quickly beckoned a servant and they scampered up a ladder to my side. Tell him to crawl when he greets me next time! then I swiftly kicked the child off the ladder not wanting his filth near me a moment longer. Off now with haste, I must gallantly go to my throne with strain they continued onward, passing the indoor gardens and orchards I snacked on bleaf and clufin from the north food worthy of a king rubbing my royal figure I marveled at its roundness.
Entering the throne room I was lifted from the loft to be placed on a quartz throne, albeit small and the stone was uneven and misshaped the 25 cushions helped, and dogs quickly filled in bringing a hefty spread, across a stone table that was 20 men wide and a dwarf tall. The bulls carrying the load placed the table in front of me gazing upon my majesty, feeling filthy in my presence.
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After the meal a healthy nap and an argument with my advisors, I sent for my wife soon a wonderfully young damsel swept into the room and sang my praises to the heavens, her curvacious body attracted my gaze and her melodious voice filled my ears..... Mariel I called, you look dashing, your beauty and grace inferior only to mine as I smiled into my hand mirror, her existence was forgotten " Am I not more handsome than Zeus, stronger than Ares, and brighter than Apollo! How can my charms not capture the heart of Aphrodite and cause Hestia and Artemis to throw themselves at me will the fates not see my glory, will Hera not call me to bed and lead Olympus in Zeus's stead but naught for is confined to this human castle instead" finishing my lyrical I noticed a look of displeasure directed at me from Mariel, wait, Mariel impossible! looking again there was nothing but a pleasant smile. It must be the dogs, leave you filthy animals! the servants exited swiftly.
