His Royalness

 

“You lift up to make him king. You lower before dethroning.”

Molly stared at Davis’s face, uncertain what to do with hers. Some hazing was expected on orientation day. But this?

Davis glared back, and she nodded as if in comprehension, desperate for a glint of mirth to reassure her he was joking.

There was none.

“And are there guidelines for when either happens?” she attempted.

Davis’s eyes narrowed and Molly swallowed. There goes her job.

The man bowed to the doll. “Please forgive her ignorance, Your Royalness.”

He turned to Molly. “Beware, for your predecessor lost her head.”

 

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo credit © Ted Strutz

 

 

28 thoughts on “His Royalness

    • Ah, yes, that lop-the-head-off vibe. Quite discomfiting, that … 😉 Glad that the unease came through. Even if it is a ‘prank’, the vibe of it is sinister and to me would signal “nope, not for me…”

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