Lord Mike and Lady Stella entered the throne room. Lord Mike was
wearing a fine shirt and shorts that were both black. Lady Stella wore a
dress of fine silk that was purple. "I'll work on my curtsy," Lord Mike
retorted. King Boss glared and said, "Kings still have authority over
lords around here. All you do is collect tax, and that's why you have your
titles. And you address the king." "You owe taxes," Lady Stella shouted.
"Shh, Stella, that's my role," Lord Mike fussed. "I paid them to the
correct hamsters, no thank you," King Boss returned sharply. "What about
your so-called daughter, Your Highness?" Lady Stella questioned. The king
growled at them. "You never call Bijou unaccurately named," King Boss
growled. He drew his sword and said, "Get out."
Lord Mike ignored the request. "Isn't she meeting that prince?" he inquired. At that moment of all other moments, Princess Bijou entered the throne room. "Oh my," she said. "Is there to be a sword duel?"
King Boss withdrew his sword and replied, "No, it is not meant to be a sword fight." Lord Mike looked toward the princess and retorted, "So, this is what you stand up for?" Princess Bijou blushed violently and walked toward him. "What are you talking about, whoever you are!" she demanded. "I, if you do not know, am Lord Mike," he returned. Princess Bijou retreated and hugged the king's arm. "Father," she whispered as she pressed her face into his cape, "is this your foe that you talk about?" King Boss nodded and drew out his sword again. "Get out, now," was what he said.
Lord Mike only grinned a toothy, eternal grin. "You're daughter's so cute when she's scared," he retorted. With that remark, King Boss yelled, "Guards! Take Bijou!"
Princess Bijou hugged his arm tighter. "Don't," was all she said. Lord Mike spat, "You owe me still. You haven't paid back." "Why shall I?" King Boss returned harshly. "A few years ago," Lord Mike acknowledged, "I lent you a horse. Then when it died, I lent you money to pay off your taxes, but it was only a few pounds. Then when that dolt, Howdy, was sick and couldn't be your servant, I lent one of mine..."
Lord Mike went on and on about favors as far back as since the two were kids. "And," he concluded, "you never repaid me. So, I think, before your so-called daughter gets married, you should give me the Ham-Ham Kingdom."
Lord Mike ignored the request. "Isn't she meeting that prince?" he inquired. At that moment of all other moments, Princess Bijou entered the throne room. "Oh my," she said. "Is there to be a sword duel?"
King Boss withdrew his sword and replied, "No, it is not meant to be a sword fight." Lord Mike looked toward the princess and retorted, "So, this is what you stand up for?" Princess Bijou blushed violently and walked toward him. "What are you talking about, whoever you are!" she demanded. "I, if you do not know, am Lord Mike," he returned. Princess Bijou retreated and hugged the king's arm. "Father," she whispered as she pressed her face into his cape, "is this your foe that you talk about?" King Boss nodded and drew out his sword again. "Get out, now," was what he said.
Lord Mike only grinned a toothy, eternal grin. "You're daughter's so cute when she's scared," he retorted. With that remark, King Boss yelled, "Guards! Take Bijou!"
Princess Bijou hugged his arm tighter. "Don't," was all she said. Lord Mike spat, "You owe me still. You haven't paid back." "Why shall I?" King Boss returned harshly. "A few years ago," Lord Mike acknowledged, "I lent you a horse. Then when it died, I lent you money to pay off your taxes, but it was only a few pounds. Then when that dolt, Howdy, was sick and couldn't be your servant, I lent one of mine..."
Lord Mike went on and on about favors as far back as since the two were kids. "And," he concluded, "you never repaid me. So, I think, before your so-called daughter gets married, you should give me the Ham-Ham Kingdom."