It was a beautiful spring day in Spell Valley. The King stretched his fat arms and hopped out of bed. It was time for the daily 2v2, and there wasn't a minute to lose.
Preparations were already underway. He could hear scuffling noises combined with cries of "MAGIC! FIREBALLS! SHOWTIME!" and the Witch's quiet moans.
"Guys? What's going on?" The King yelled, poking his head out of the bedroom.
Wizard was sitting on top of a struggling and squirming Witch, his arms triumphantly crossed on his chest.
"Witch was being…ahem…naughty again."
"What did she do?"
"Broke Bowler's heart."
"I didn't mean to-o-o!" wailed the Witch. "But would you go on a date with a 7-foot tall purple dude with buckteeth?"
"Silence, whore!" The King imposingly thundered. "Where is the victim of this strumpet's heinous crimes?"
Witch whimpered quietly on the floor.
"He's currently sobbing in the bathtub," Wizard informed the King with a despondent shake of his head. "Princess is doing her best to comfort him, but…" his voice trailed off.
"As punishment," The King soberly pronounced, "You will be the first card deployed in our next 2v2."
"No, sir!" wailed the wretched Witch. "I'm too young and legless to die!"
"Silence!" The King proudly turned to leave. "Pathetic wretch."
"PLEASE DON'T GO, SIR!"
"What, you want to break his heart, too?" the Wizard looked scornfully down at the Witch.
Just then, a sobbing Bowler stumbled into the room, Princess holding his enormous purple hand.
"Get ready, Witch-b*tch!" Princess spat. "King Clash is deploying you first! Let 'er go, Whizzy."
"Good luck!" Wizard said with a sly smile as he pushed the sobbing Witch out into the arena.
Thx for reading guys! This is my first Fic Royale so plz be kind.
I WILL update this. Stay tuned!
