Lord Malcolm, First Minister to His Majesty, King Leopold the Bold, Guardian of the Realm, and Preeminent Poet of the Highest Order, bowed and scraped as he left the Royal Dining Room, where His Majesty was breaking his fast on roasted sloth. “Yuck”, thought the Minister. “That’s a dinner food.”
Lord Malcolm had brought bad news. Given His Majesty’s predilection for killing First Ministers who brought bad news, Malcolm had circumspectly presented it. Treating the message like a play, Malcolm was in Act III by the time Leopold begged for the full message.
Malcolm kept his head for another day.
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