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…when the daylight returned the king was dead…+ 100 words
Talk of War
“I forbid it!” Teeth clenched, the queen stomped from the darkening window.
“Forbid? You’ll do as I say. Romp across the country all you like, the boy stays.”
She spun to face him and thrust a crimson, talon-like nail at her husband. “The talk of war puts him in danger.”
“Nothing but talk.”
“Have it your way. I’ll save the next king alone.”
The king tossed back his head and roared. “He’s only eleven, Madam. There’s plenty of time.”
“More fool you.” She heaved the great door, elbowing past the startled guards. Don’t worry. Mother will take care of everything.
When the daylight returned, the king was dead.
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