by KJ Hannah Greenberg
I didnt spit in your cup like he did.
I didnt kick you while you were sleeping in that box like she did.
I didnt steal your money, like both of them did.
Throw all three of them to the Cockatrice.
Malvin, youre more agitated than usual.
They couldnt have known youd become king.
They shoulda known I was sent for their gain. Charity saves the giver. We recipients just got the crumbs.
Theyre only human.
As are we.
You know what I mean.
Stop it! When you give me that look, its hard to resist you.
Well, the apocalypse has passed. It would be useful to repopulate.
I have to hear more pleas.
You have to hear an heir. Weve none, yet.
What am I going to do with all of their offerings, Cora?
There arent any more impoverished people.
So, make a banquet. Give everyone a door prize.
Thats a good idea. Youre saving me hours. Maybe, I could tell Rhett to cancel all of my afternoon audiences.
Your Majesty, your benevolence builds worlds.
Id settle for manufacturing a young royal.
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