Don't tell me I should have been writing my other stories… but I did get this idea when PMing Bralt :) she has tons of them… This is just supposed to be a parody, so no making fun of my bad old English
Ye Olde Love Story
"Dearest Cassandra, I am bequeathing thy greatest honour upon ye, yet methinks thou art turning moi down!" King Duncan sternly shook his forefinger at his ungracious, ignorant, stubborn daughter.
"Thee jest!" she exclaimed, seemingly appalled by his assumption. "Your honour," she gestured towards Horace, "shalt say otherwise." The Oakleaf knight solemnly nodded in agreement, as she was arranged to marry him.
"Nay, methinks not!" Duncan continued on, "Thou shalt suffer!" Cassandra dramatically put her hand atop her forehead, then fainted straight into Horace's arms.
Concerned, he asked, "Prithee, what is thy cost for thy act of rebellion?"
Duncan smiled maliciously. "Sire Oakleaf, my fere, thy punishment henceforth willn't be hither, but in thy fief of Redmont."
"Doing what, my majesty?" Sire Oakleaf inquired.
"Naught your bisunesss." He smiled. Horace had a very bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Nothing like this had ever happened before. "Now don't tarry on, fare thee well my goodman," His Majesty called after Horace's retreating figure.
"Prithee well, my Majesty!" he called over his shoulder, going to seek out some leftover turkey from the afternoon.
So…what do you think? *hint hint* press the review button :) But that was confusing… and really short… raise thy hand if ye agree!
