The King took offense to what I said. He didn’t like the picture I painted of him. It never occurred to me he would read my blog. He surely must have his advisers who do the reading for him and hide any unfavourable news. Ah well, maybe Lap dog ratted on me, I don’t know.
“Put her in chains and take her away. I never want to see her again” he thundered with his booming voice. “And anyway, she has fulfilled her duty. I have my new clothes and won’t need her services again any time soon!”
“Okay then” I said. “If this is your new tune, just wait until the exhibition. You might be the first one to go!”
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Perhaps sending him into exile in the exhibition will change his tune?
I will have to see how he behaves in the next few weeks. He might end up in a dark corner with the court jester.
Monarchy can be dangerous…
It is so old-fashioned too. A bit obsolete…