After the queen died of consumption, we smothered the old king in his sleep and condemned his son for the murder.
We then put in place to rule our territory the speechless blind prophet who always wore a crown of sparrows, their tiny talons tangled in his coarse filthy hair.
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The castle walls gleamed. Bright banners flapped in the stiff breeze. Armies of palace guards stood at attention. They denied all who approached an audience with the King.
“The King’s busy. And anyhow, the affairs of the kingdom run smoothly.”
Inside, the throne room was empty, and covered in dust.
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The war lasted many years, but today would mark its end. The knight pulled his sword out of the murderous king knowing his action had saved many lives.
Honor above all, the knight told himself. But nonetheless, he whispered one final sentence to the king.
“Be at peace, my brother.”
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“I have never before encountered such impudence!” blustered the King. “It is an affront! It is an outrage! Insulting! Degrading! Disrespectful! I should have you put in the stocks, clapped in irons, hanged, beheaded! You’re just so very, very… Well, impudent!”
“My most humble and sincere apologies,” said the imp.
This story was based on the prompt “never before” at TypeTrigger.
“Tonight we shall incur the esteem of our ancestors!” bellowed King Tawnyfeathers as his eager army growled in anticipation.
But his heart wasn’t in this fight. He wished he were lying in his garden, gazing at the clouds, interred in the earth he had cultivated.
Ah, to be a potato…
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King Rigel watched as the ship drew out of sight.
The officials on board believed themselves bound for the Outer Lands. But the King knew: when the ship passed the base on Vallanger, the royal navy would completely destroy them.
Rigel sat back on his throne. He loved being evil.
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The foreman scribbled calculations on his clipboard. “We’ve done it before, but never on this scale.”
“Cost is unimportant,” said the king, opening his wallet. “She wants it done, so it must be done.”
The foreman nodded understandingly. “If she says ‘move the castle,’ then you better castle queen side.”
Editor’s Note: This story was based on a call on Twitter for two nouns and a verb. @davefp responded with castle (noun), wallet, and castle (verb, as in chess).
King Goliath was proud and haughty. He ruled over Grenwald, the largest kingdom in the land. One day he was feeling so proud that he said, “If anyone can prove they are mightier than I am, I will give them my kingdom.”
These days Grenwald is ruled by a Queen.