Raise Your Drink High

It could have been worst. Sipping cranberry juice, lamb in the slow cooker and plenty of 90s science fiction television shows, to take me through to wednesday. But instead, I went into town.

At first I expected a brawl. Guys running out of shops, with staplers to beat me down to a bloody pulp. I was told a rumour today that I was to be found, chucked into a white van and have my knee caps dealt with. Of course I laughed at this. But it had put me a little bit on edge. You see, in my previous adventures, I have drank champagne and indulged into breaking a few things before being escorted to a car and taken home in MI5 fashion. So i can understand, why i have made a few enemies. But I have made many more allies. Which is so odd. I have a small cult, ready to break stuff, on my command.

Then I got my swagger on. Walked through the town like it was my castle. Yeah I had found my crown. The King has returned. "Bring me the finest wine in the land. No one is getting sober till its all devoured. You hear me!" I walked around greeted some of the finest folk in the land.

So then I went shopping. Or the lack of. Couldn't see a single garment. I wondered round talking to the nifty sales lady for a while before leaving.

Then it happened. Who was it, but the fair maiden. A quick awkward conversation, made me realise that my throne was no more. I was on my knees and before long, I took off my crown and gave it to her. I offered her my sword to do as she wish. But luckily I was spared. Don't worry the conversation got better and before long she abdicated. I had remembered. She is with a jester and has no real power in my Kingdom. "Off with her head". I snatched my crown back and left with my head high. "Fetch me my horse." Over the hill I rode...

The End