Writing Prompt

It was early in the morning when the king of Lynothel summoned his royal court to the dinning hall. You see, this king was very prideful. He absolutely loved to talk about himself. And he did so whenever the chance arose. But on this particular morning he woke up wanting to tell everyone a story. And so when the court was gathered and the food set, he declared in a loud voice, “Lords and ladies, f...

**SCENE 4**

Lady Gloria:

(Sits) Brian, you say that you have never heard of here?

Brian:

Nope. Not a day in my life. Mom didn't even tell me.

Pricilla:

(Giggles) You call her mom?

Brian:

(Weirded out) You don't?

Lady Gloria:

No she does not, Brian. She calls me mother at home, and Mother Gloria in public.

Brian:

(Whispers to Pricilla) You call her _mother_?

Pricilla:

(Giggles)

Lady Glori...

**SCENE 1**

Pricilla:

(Enters) Mother, why do we must leave?

Lady Gloria:

(Sits up against couch) You are not premitted to be the heir of the throne.

Pricilla:

(Sits) Why mother?

Lady Gloria:

(Sighs) You do not have royal blood. And you are just a girl.

Pricilla:

But I am 16. Old enough to rule.

Lady Gloria:

Do not complain Pricilla. We will be first class. No need to worry. Now sit tight,...

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