'Quick; this must be prepared for dinner immediately!' The head chef shouted, 'it is only an hour until serving; HURRY UP!'; you heard the head chef panicking in the kitchen for the 6th time this week; the kings food demands were getting bigger as his belly got bigger. People were charging around taking plates out and sweeping the floors and washing up pans that needed to be done.
'YOU BOY!' the head chef shouted at you, you walked over to him 'ummm ye...yes sir?', 'I need you to go to the kings chambers and explain that dinner preparations have fallen behind schedule and that it will be another hour'; your heart pounded, you had never been up to the kings chamber before and to tell him such news may get him angry. 'Ye...yes of course sir' you say and bow to the head chef.
On your way out of the kitchens you see a spare plate layered with fruits, cheeses, some cold meats and bread. You grab it and run out of the kitchen and ascend the stairs towards the kings chambers. You know at this time the queen is out at this time as she usually is on a Saturday evening and the King would be eating on his own.
You pass some armed guards and explain that you have to bare news to the king. Arriving at the large doors you nervously knock lightly expecting the king not to hear you.
'Enter' you heard a voice speak from the other side; slightly muffled by the thickness of the door. As you enter the door is closed behind you. You walk through the large entrance and turn a corner to see a lavishly laid out room filled with gorgeous silks and satin's and large wooden furniture. The King is nowhere to be seen; you lay the plate down on the table and look up to see a large painting of the king in his youth; short brown hair and chiseled features and a large muscular body; topped with the crown and wrapped in quite revealing clothes; tight trousers and a shirt that opens up from the chest upwards.
You stand there for a moment looking at the painting and imagining the King as he is now; when suddenly someone puts there hand on your shoulder, making you jump.
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