Mariel POV
After he adjusted his position in a pile of misshapen limestone(or quartz as his ugly fatness called it) throne, he signaled me to speak, you can begin. My king with how lovely I am sure I deserve the best of gifts second only to your grand, marvelous, handsome, breathtakingly round majesty, no? So as my birthday approaches would I be allowed to visit my Family? They miss me and I the same, could I not leave to Ivlayia my home and place of birth for no more than 7risings and 7settings, for just a day more will be too much! 'with this he should be happy.. do I need to suck-up more? more comments on his roundness perhaps?' suddenly being dislodged from my thoughts by a loud snort I first thought it to be a pig, though it was a pig it was their king pig sir overly round Bartal BoB junior.' Hmmm.... hiccup ..... turning to the door he shouted for wine and was quickly brought a barrel behind by some servants and wine bearer, leave immediately you filth! Bob the kickball shouted, scurrying like rats from a cat they fled but momentarily paused to gaze at me and give a small courtesy, smiling to acknowledge them I waited for the king's response.
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*rumbling of a carriage* Looking meaninglessly out of the window, I admired the scenery presented by my travel and absentmindedly recalled his rant my property he muttered I'll have let her go for a while...... how will I sleep then?, grabbing his hair in frustration his sudden bright idea, was to have not one, not two, but 7 fu--- *carriage suddenly stops* ahhh! guards I ended grumpily. The stop threw me off the seat and I hit my head on the opposite chair, as I rubbed my bruise unexpected knocking started. Who knocks?! It is I, my queen, recognizing the voice to be my coachman he informed me of our arrival to the borders of Ivlayia, briefly doing my little happy dance I anxiously recited the names of my family and the new little cousins from mom's letters.
KING BARTAL BOB JUNIOR POV (yes I will use the full name)
When Mariel, my perfectly envious prize, had left it had filled me with worry however the 7guards I sent helped me brush the feeling aside. Snatching the collar of a frail boy, I sent him on his way with a kick to calm my confused emotions. Alright… to the feast hall! *dramatically points finger*, that is the armory’s direction sir an aide commented, so with a kick I sent him down the stairs. You think your so bright don't you that's the armory I mocked in a squeaky voice, clicking my fingers my loft was brought so fast the carriers must have been following me.
In the feast hall, I shifted around, looking disgustedly at the stone furnishings. Unfit for a king they were! How could my father be content with these smooth-colored stone blocks!? Best of his time, hmph, call for my best craftsmen their forges and hammers, researchers from their labs, and McVelius from seclusion I MUST HAVE A NEW TABLE!!!!!!
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The table: origin story
General Fictionthis 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...
