Day four of the 100 Themes writing challenge. Today's theme, Seeking Solace, might take an unexpected turn ;) Enjoy :)
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- SEEKING SOLACE -
A Game of Chess
“Tis not easy being the Queen. Everyone thinks I am
living a life of glamour and luxury, bathing in gold and filling my stomach
with the most delectable dishes this land has ever borne. Well of course, there
is some of that indeed. What do you think I do with all those taxes collected
from that insignificant mass of illiterate imbeciles? Of course I ask for more
than I need, that is one of the perks of being the Queen. But who would not do
that being in my stead? Everyone would do the same of course. Luxury, gold, infinite
wealth, those are only distractions, they are meaningless. ‘Tis just the natural
order of things, to have those peasants build my wealth, that is just how the
world has always worked and that is how it will keep working. There are some
people who are born to rule, and some who are born to work for us.
All of this is of no consequence to me indeed. As I
was saying - and don’t you dare interrupt me again - ‘tis not easy being the
Queen. Yes I bathe in gold but that does not mean I have an easy life. There
are so many... annoyances to deal with. Nuisances, crawling in every nook and cranny
of my kingdom only there to conspire on making my life a nightmare. For
example, having to deal with the boring problems of those pesky peasants. Erg,
only to think of it makes me sick. They come here all the time, seeking
audience with me... seeking solace. It is pathetic. I know not what they want
of me. I am Queen; do you really think I have time to deal with the
insignificant problems of that pack of ignorant fools? I have FAR better things
to do. Queen things! ... - WHAT IS IT AGAIN?! -”
The poor ink-bird was tired. The scribe was using the
poor little creature, under order from the Queen, to write down everything she
was saying. Only the ink-bird, who is used like a living pen by the nobility for
the ink it produces from its beak, had become so tired he just collapsed on the
shiny floor. The scribe left a squeak, hence the Queen’s reaction. She did
not like being interrupted. He very well knew what that meant.
“OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!!”
The Queen’s guards always had axes at the ready, for
they were aware of her penchant for... beheadings. And so very swiftly the
Queen’s order was executed, as she watched with delight.
“Oh well... Guess I need a new scribe now. BRING ME A
NEW SCRIBE! Let us just hope this one won’t dare interrupt my tantalizing tale
again.” She sighed of a very deep sigh, “as I was saying, ‘tis not easy being
the Queen.”
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Art by John Tenniel
(C) Copyright 2014 Hope Alexander aka David Giroux for the text
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