Sara Chili: The King sat drearily in his wide velvet, gold inlaid chair. His wife was home. AGAIN. A small, timid looking steward rushed over to him, bearing a tray loaded with masterpieces of sugar, which he tossed over the arm of his chair. He was in a nasty mood, and the steward was obviously very sorry that he had been sent to talk to him. "Well?!"he barked, sending the little steward flying across the huge throne room. "What is it, you little rat?!!" "You most regal splendor..." "Don't call me that! That's what they call my wife!" "Er...Your most royal majesty?? Your wife has come home after her long, weary journey and wished to see you. She has been long gone and..." "Alright, cut with blabber. Tell her she can come to the throne room." I was waiting when the timid little steward came back. Immediately, I grilled him about the king's responses. He just muttered something about the king being in a not very excellent mood and would your most regal splendor please go to the throne room to be recieved by your--loving husband? Hah. The fool. He thinks he can control me with his manhood and his position and brutalness. Who could be more wrong?