North America / Kingdom of Yorkania (Crownlands of Manhattan): November 4th, 1517.
It was a beautiful day for the world.The birds were chirping their songs as mankind went about their daily routines with smiles on their faces at beauty of the city, but also serious looks on their faces at the horror of it whether it be financially, emotionally or physically, yet if you were to look closely at a castle. To be more specific, Inside of it in a luxerious hall full of young, middle aged and old. You can see a very breathtaking 17 year old flower of a woman with woman with a deep, rich dark brown skinned woman with striking hazel like green eyes and with a big voluminous natural baroque white hair with a black, golden crown - headdress, wearing an ornate, black white and gold royal gown covered in jewels, lace, and fur to equally match it.
(Morgan's POV)
The grand hall was silent. All eyes on a very specific woman sitting on a throne.
"Ahem…your majesty. I bealive it is time for you to step down and let his royal highness, prince gareth succeed the throne." Said a very old man in a luxerious attire with a smile on his face.
I stared down at the old man for a moment and said calmly "I also think it is time for me to step down but you see whatever your name is. This court reminds me of a theater. Everyone speaks loudly and nothing of value happens."
The grand hall was silent. The old man's face turning extremely ugly.
The old man pointed at me and said loudly "YOU BITCH. YOUR JUST A WO…"
"Please continue speaking. I find it fascinating how confidently wrong you are. But I do admire your persistence, my lord. Few men can be wrong this many times in a single conversation." I said calmly as I rested my chin on the back side of my left hand.
The old man trembled with anger and was about to rebuke but felt a hand land on his shoulder and turned around and seen galahad glaring down at him.
"How will we handle the succession, shall we have a vote against my rule, will we start calling the queen mother a usurper because your egos can't handle a woman ordering you around or shall we crush the opposition of my rule Immediately. It is time that we stop acting like the world is moving backward instead of forward my lords." I said calmly as a servant handed me a tea cup a poured tea into it with closed eyes.
The grand hall was silent. The ton had grim looks on their faces.
I put the tea cup up to my lips and was about to take a sip from it but looked and around at the court and said calmly with a sigh " You all mistake my patience for hesitation. The throne is not up for debate. It is already occupied and until this court produces someone more competent than myself, I will rule. I suspect that means I will be here for quite some time."
"HOW UTTERLY PREPOSTEROUS. DO YOU ALL HEAR THIS WHORE QUEEN." Said a middle aged man's voice loudly as he walked out of the crowed of ton and tows the middle of the hall with a slight smirk on his face.
The ladies in waiting whispered slightly as they fanned me with giants feathers which didn't produce any type of air whatsoever.
*BOOOM*
The double doors slammed open and gareth entered the grand hall with the three ugly stooges and said loudly with rage "I OBJ…"
"Gareth be a good boy and accept your mother's rule." I said calmly and Immediately with a scary look in my eyes.
Gareth's neck shanked back and bowed his head and said stutteringly "Y…yes mother."
The ton had a flabbergasted look on there faces with agape mouths and widened eyes.
"What the hell. How can a crown prince be so meek and weak minded." Said a random ton man from out of nowhere with shock.
Another young ton man snickers and said with disgust "Is this how the previous royal family was. I'd rather serve and kneel at the feet of a woman than suck up to a fat sack of horse shit my entire life. Is this truly how low our great yorkania became. Absolutely unforgivable."
"Truly disgusting." Said another ton man with a sigh.
Gareth clenched his fists tightly with his head bowed and gritted teeth.
Another ton man sighed and said "I can never accept such a woman as my queen."
Percival gritted his teeth and screamed at the top of his lungs "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DUMB FUCK'S."
"He finally snapped…" I thought with widened entertained eyes.
The ton had shocked. Raged and surprised looks on their faces and quieted down with occasional whispers.
"Thank you chancellor wood pecker. Now that I have all of your attentions. I moragn le fay de' queen, crown myself the queen mother of yorkania and my first decree is is the purge." I said calmly while finishing the rest of the tea Inside my tea cup and threw it over my shoulder.
*Splat*
*Boom*
The ton had wide eyes.
I followed their line of sight and seen the beaver teethed lady in waiting dead on the floor with the tea cup dented in the middle of her forehead and thought "The fuck…"
My eyes widened slightly and adjusted my throat and signaled for galahad to move her body.
I looked around at the shocked and scared looks on the faces of the ton and said calmly "Sorrow, sorrows, prayers…such a sad day this is for the french fashion."
The four ladies in waiting had horrified looks on their faces for a moment but just ended up bowing their heads silently.
The grand hall was absolutely silent.
I stood up from the throne slowly while signaling at my soldiers and saying calmly "Restrain all of them except for the chancellor."
Suddenly the soldiers started restraining the ton one by one. Their faces shocked and angry.
"HOW DARE YOU. I AM EARL LONG." Said a Irritating nasal like voice at the top of it's lungs.
"And I am god." I said calmly with a wave of my right hand for the soldiers to use force.
Galahad leaned down slightly toward my ear and asked whisperingly "Your majesty. His royal highness is among the ton that's been restrained."
"I'm aware. He'll be fine, this is for interrupting my court." I said calmly while taking my leave from the grand hall with my four ladies in waiting following behind me.
The bloody ton not knowing that this hell was just the beginning.
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THE END…