Queen Imaia Lograsima of Varrock was sitting on her throne, looking thoughtful. “Is there any way possible that we can dispose of them?” she asked her Chief Adviser, Marlona.
“No, my Queen. I cannot see any way, shape, or form to rid ourselves of the dirty, louse-ridden, smelly, rotten, undignified, peasantlike, band.”
“Can you please not do that? I have a headache.”
“Yes, my Queen, I resolve to immediately banish, remove, or pluck from myself any attributes which may not be entirely pleasing to my Sovereign, Ruler, or Queen.”
“Can you please bring me Liritela?”
“Indeed, I shall take hither, convey, or bring Liritela to this room, place, or chamber.”
“Thank you.”
A few minutes later a woman entered. She wore a flowing blue dress, and was quite pretty with her soft brown hair and sparkling green eyes. In fact, she was the Queen’s best friend, and more or less charmer-in-chief for visitors from other kingdoms who needed impressing. “You wanted me?” she asked.
“Yes. I need somebody who doesn’t speak like a thesaurus all the time.” Imaia sighed. “Marlona is wonderful for some things, but whenever I talk to her it gives me a headache.”
“Ah well. So, what did you want me for?”
“The rebel group. You know, the one who thinks that their leader should be King? Even though his line wasn’t nearly as pure as mine, and he very possibly doesn’t have royal blood at all. So, I need to get rid of them before they get strong enough to take on our army, but I can’t because the people will revolt.”
“Why would the people revolt?”
“Because they’ll think that I’m just slaughtering a harmless group of people in cold blood for no reason. Even though there is a reason, they won’t think that there is.”
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Anne Lauten