"Your Majesty, I must confess, as a Council we've been quite distressed."
"Distressed, my fellow? Why, for has not our kingdom been most blessed?"
"Blessed indeed, oh Majesty, the Queen, but foe have come to our fair land. They bring with them a series of demands."
"Demands that agreeable be?"
"Nay, Majesty. Demands that would indeed spell travesty."
"A travesty? Scandal, nay! That we shan't have. What ask they?"
"Your abdication they bid. A new ruler they desire, one who will rule with the valor of fire."
"Fire, they seek? My abdication demand? I will show them who is fit to rule this land!"
"Majesty, please! Your temper bequeath! A peaceful solution we should seek."
"Concede, nay, I shan't. For those who question me shall learn a true queen's dance."
"Alas, the light; my eyes doth burn! Thy anger is just and thy might is known!"
"Then make it known to our foe. Their demands I ignore. Death shall be their friend, should they refuse to leave my land."
"Aye, fair Queen, thy will is known. Depart they shall, or make the rage of Majesty's throne be known."
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Short StoryThis is a collection of my short stories! Poems are being moved into their own book, so be sure to check that out if you like poetry! This is updated spontaneously so don't expect too many regular updates.
