How to catch the last train if you are a lousy King without skills and caffeine at hand? Life is good, it even passes by fast with enough beans (gold, silver and pearls) at hand and... a well-dressed super fast horse.
Goodbye, plebians, King William said, I have no time to fight another world war, I've got a private jet, uh... I mean train to catch. We can meet and discuss this once I am back.
But your Highness, please wait! There's a trench...
Sorry mate, get out of my way. With a kick of his boots, he removed the man and gave him something else to break his brain about. And the horse ran off as if the devil himself rode her back.
While riding his royal beast he thought about the other bedroom he only had peeped in for a second before he decided to leave his home, the castle, the inherence of his grandparents or so. Soon the piece of history would change into a ruin.
No soul had discovered yet he had taken care of the crazy idiot who had dominated and commanded him from the mirror. He had been the real consumer of blood and no matter the bathtub of tears he had shed the terror of the guy reflected by the mirror had never ended if he hadn't done what he did. The war would distract the nation for the time being and before they woke up he should be gone and preferably be forgotten. His fortune was safe in Argentina where a better life was awaiting. He grinned.
That bloodsucker had had an audience of one before he scattered and he couldn't help thinking of a hyena arena as he heard the crazy laughing echoing through the hidden chamber of the western wing of his castle.
Abruptly the horse stopped and catapulted the king on the fled into the abandoned trench. There he laid on his back thinking: William, you are not as free as you thought and not liked at all. No one came to his rescue, no man wondered or missed the king. Not even the dogs used for the royal hunt cared about the man who had never fed or petted them.
For a while, the horse waited till the groaning was over. As she noticed some greener grass and daffodils she left without spending a second thought about the one who had ridden her back.
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28-4-2024
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