The Throne
Once upon a time there was a guard. He was a careless guard and very lazy. He would often spend his time on watch dreaming with eyes open, his miserable narrow fantasy filling with images of taverns and tavern wenches, and the filthy things we wanted to do to them. Many a wench had suffered in his hands and they all now avoided him in the village by the castle. But that was not the worst. He would so be engrossed in his little fantasies that he barely took note of what happened around him. Lovers would sneak out on his watch to meet in the forest. Thieves could slip by him silently in the night, creeping into the lower levels of the castle. But that was not the worst either. Read the rest of this entry »
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