Life Recreated

Lynette

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Lynette was dragging a comb through her thick, bushy hair. Brushing it violently, as the comb came free with much effort, and a tangle of hair and blood. 

There was a knock on the door. 

'Lady Lynette,' came the voice of his majesty, king of holland. 

Lynette bid him enter. 

She was dressed in her silks, and faint powder still smudged on her face. The king of holland entered. 

In the reflection of the looking glass, she saw that he came with some melancholy. 

Very discreetly the king closed the door behind him, and locked it. 

Lynette stared at him through the looking glass.

'what's wrong,' she told him. 

The king of holland, said nothing. 

For a second, minute, a moment he paced the room, until he spoke. 

'I have a trade with england for exotic type of animals.' he said.

Lynette nodded her head. 'yes, well I know that. I'm not blaming you, your grace. after all, money is money. No matter from whose banks.'

The king of holland quite agreed. 

'Three nights ago, I acquired an African death spider, a cobra snake, and a bob cat.' he said, nervously. 

Lynette smiled. 'how lovely, you must show them to me before sending them off.'

The king came closer. 'Unfortunately, they are already gone.' 

'Have you sent them to england already?' she asked him.

'I've sent the bob cat, yes.' he confirmed. 'it is in the lowest bilge of a little fleet.' 

'how very interesting,' she resumed with the agonizing torture which was her hair.

'It left for england this very night.'

Lynette sensed a dramatic tone in his accent. Something was off.

'A little thing really, people could easily mistaken it for a smuggler's vessel. It has a black fieled flag, holding the sigil of a monarch butterfly.'

Lynette let the comb fall to her feet. 

'do you know, how dangerous a bob cat actual is? it hides from the prey, and waits, until it sleeps and eats it.'

Lynette tried on a weak smile. 'How very terrible,' she gulped.

'Well, yes, I do sometimes have trouble with uninvited guests taking residence in my fleets. The bob cat will surely take care of that.' 

Lynette pushed herself from the chair. 'what are you to say, your grace?'

'Nothing,' he swept his fingers along the side of a cabinet. 'just informing you, whomever is or was down at my fleet, is now as dead as you will be.'

Lynette grasped.

'I am very disappointed  in you.' he said.

The king walked toward her and strangled her to a blue headed corpse.

  'Jern!,' he yelled afterward. 'send, the dome lord, the confirmations.'