King Arthur's Empty Heart
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2012
Arthur looked to his bed. It looked different. There was a flower on the right pillow. It had been crushed. Arthur narrowed his eyes. He then moved his eyes down and scanned the sheets. They looked crumpled in a manner that made them appear wet and dirty. Arthur grit his jaw and began to sulk.
Suddenly a maiden came in. She had candles in her basket. Arthur knew they had been growing dim, and that their length would appease the issue. Arthur smiled to the maiden, and then he spoke.
“Kind lady, these blankets need cleaning! See to it?” he questioned as he smiled a grim smile that made his spine sweat.
“Yes!” muttered the maiden. “I shall collect the basket!” she said before she placed the candle basket to the side, and then hurried out of the room.
Arthur smiled to the basket. He glared at it as though it were an enchantment. He then chuckled and moved to the basket where he picked up a fine candle. King Arthur pressed his fingers to the tip in order to straighten the wick, and then he moved to a candle in order to light it. The wick flamed, and Arthur stared at the bed.
“I retrace my request!” he declared as he felt more sweat slither down his spine. “These covers are too filthy to become cleansed!” he raged as he saw the silhouette of fine milk-skinned Guinevere on the bed with a lover on top of her. “Fie me! This castle has been sullied!” he shouted before he threw the candle and lit the whole item on fire!