Capering madly at the threatening words from the Dark Queen’s emissary, the fool whispered in an ear, leaning back with a smirk. 

"My jester recommends we beat you with inflated pig bladders, my Lord. Thankfully I wear the crown, not he. We will consider your words carefully; my squire will escort you to your quarters.”

The Great Hall emptied; the emissary with a glare, and the man with the crown turned to the jester. "I am glad you are here, my King."

"Dark war clouds may gather, but I'm with the man I love," replied the fool, with a kiss.

 ~

A Drabble done for Challenge Corner - see dedication and link

Feb 2014