from the memories of the Fragrance Headmistress
Once upon a time or so they say there was a cliché worth
loving.
The Sun King was in the midst of a fierce battle to win the
throne of the Kingdom of The Dying Light against self-proclaimed Emperor
Bloviathon. This lowly baron once challenged the might of the Fragrance Headmistress
of the Perfumed Nightmares. Emerging victory-less, he gathered his Armed Forces
of Charlatans to battle the stoic Sun King.
For the Uneventful Wars, the Sun King chose the Her
Stainfulness the Whore Fairy to ride with him to his anticipated victory. Troops and battalions of Charlatan warriors
threw a bevy of mud and hale against the Emerald Couple. Day and night, the Emerald Couple fought hard
but the Sun King noticed the Whore Fairy’s bruises. She was getting weaker and
weaker by the hour, draining the brilliance off her wings.
The Kingdom of the Dying Light was in greater danger as
Emperor Bloviathon and his Charlatan troops pounded on the Emerald Couple’s
entourage, pelting Whisper Cannons to the Whore Fairy’s carriage. This artillery
screeched the Whore Fairy’s secrets and the citizens were awakened with heralds
of the embarrassment she caused to the Disgraced Demigod, once the kingdom’s
grand vizier.
The Sun King could not feel more pity. Without the knowledge
of the entire kingdom, the Emerald Couple swore to love each other and fight
till the end.
As the war was drawing to its end, the Emperor Bloviathon
accepted his obvious defeat. He offered a peace accord with the Sun King: he
was willing to be a subservient devotee of the Fragrance Headmistress in
exchange for the Sun King’s denial of the Whore Fairy. With a bleeding heart,
the Sun King made a triumphal entry into the Kingdom of the Dying Light without
the Whore Fairy by his side.
He had to say his emotionless goodbyes and leave her at the outskirts
of the city, at one last effort he persuaded her to be his Alta Scriba but she
declined.
And so the Sun King never gained the smile he never had.
The Whore Fairy humbly went back to her old simple ways of
whoring.
How sad.
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sabe man yo ’ste
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