King Groy, batch 3 King Groy was not an outgoing monarch. As a child, he had never enjoyed good health and as crown prince of the country he had had to endure endless jokes about his size and appearance, not the worst of which was the suggestion that Queen Godghifa must have been off cavorting with the Gnomian envoy some nine months before he was born. So while his predecessors had been fond of hunting, boozing and exercising their droit de seigneur, he much preferred to spend his evenings alone at home with a good book. He was currently about halfway through Report on Tax Evasion Strategies Among the Mudslope Peasantry and Moneys Recovered by the Auditors, whi
King Groy, batch 4 “What!?” said General Hawke, his face suddenly red with anger.The guard who had been hauled in front of him by the Wessex soldiers, cowered. “He sort of... escaped, your Royal Majesty. From the oubliette. With the help of the fool Jodoque.”“Whose death warrant I'd just finished writing,” muttered Archbishop Sickepit to himself. General Hawke paced through the King's Hall, kicking at one of his predecessor's Golden Retrievers when he passed by their spot near the hearth.“You'd think the king's Fool of all people would be wiser! Where can they have gone?”“In this weather?” said comma
King Groy, batch 5 “What are you doing with our wine?” asked Tamlin, a man with a strong sense of priorities.“Is that our wine?” asked Ragnarok.“Oh yes. I'm sure I told you about the stash of wine.”Ragnarok glared at Tamlin. “I don't think you did, honey.” Tamlin hated being called honey, or any suggestion that he and Ragnarok had some kind of relationship.“Hey, finders keepers!”, said Groy. “Who are you, anyway?Ragnarok stepped forwards towards him, crossing her arms and straightening herself up. Although she was still wearing her pirate rags, she made an imposing figure, dwarfing Groy and making
King Groy, batch 6 Slowly and painfully, Duchess Gudrun pulled her left arm back into position. She was going to have a hard time playing the lute with that one for a few days. Lucky, then, that she hadn't brought her lute into the dungeon, and indeed didn't own a lute or know how to play one.Concentrate! she thought. This is not a time to sit around being woozy.She knew immediately that that wasn't quite right. I'm in a dungeon. There's a big heavy door up there and a squadron of guards. Beyond that are the Wessex army and the Clwydian forces who by now ought to have sworn loyalty to the new King or been fired. It is dark, I haven't got my crystal ball or
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