The King sits idly beside his wife, reading over a bill that had yet to be passed. The bill is written from the concern of the peasants and the sick, stating that because they have no access to the medical supplies they need for the disease going around the slums, workers are dying off and family of said workers are protesting for the goal of more medical supplies to be granted to them.

The King merely looks it over once and hands it back to his wife without a second look. When she huffs, he looks back at her. “Has something displeased you?” He asks, as if completely oblivious to his actions and to who he has made them in front of.

“Youre just going to give it a look?” She asks. “No concern over our people? No concern that because of this strike, they and us will lack the supplies we need?”

He sighs. Must be that time of the month. “Dont be so dramatic, dear. They will come to soon.”

“What a disgustingly vile King you are. Your crown must be made of the peoples bones and hunger with the way you act!”

Her husband bristles at that. “Dont act like yours is not too.”

“This crown never belonged to me first, did it!” She says and stands. “All because of this horrible arrangement orchestrated by you. If I had a say, id have happily swam in amnure than laid with you. Youre more vile than you know.”

(half finished, jus needed somethin to post)