GOT2: Terryon's Gun

VIV

As she wrapped her puny fingers around the cold steel of its shaft, Queen Dinisteris knew that this weird type of flying sword would be her ticket to all the hot cash in Wales. She played along with the ideas of her clever little pal but this time she knew that she was right. Not him. Better than renting out the damn thing she could keep it for herself and blast at kids and cowboys alike from the back of her drackon. Lady Daisy loved her dragones but was worried that one day their flames would run out. Plus she was still fuming from when Troy blasted Red Johnny to death with this thing.

That left only two. Babar and Blue Ben. She liked Babar the best as he was faster and was comfy for sitting on. Denise tried to keep Ben happy by feeding him goats and dead cowboys. For now she would play along with Lancastre's plans but when she had a whisper of chance she'd be off ballooing and blasting all the way to King's London.

Just then in came Bald Vince. 'What are you playing at, your Grace?' he whispered. 'That gun belongs to Timothy, and you know it.' 'How dare you speak to the Queen of the Andes and all the men and girls like that' said Diana. 'My apologies' said the massive creep and he snuck out stinking of flowers, aftershave and fags. She needed to be careful. Vorrice and Tony were becoming really good pals now and she knew it, even though it hadn't always been that way. No, she needed to be really sneaky too. And she had to keep real quiet about seeing Barry Stick, the ghost of Winterfarm.