Ragtag Daily Prompt: Unready

One could accuse King GarGar of many things, but being unready for war was not one of them. Not only did he possess full suits of armor for each of the four seasons, but his armory was stocked with every sort of weapon imaginable from the blunderbuss to a variety of halberds. While on a personal level, the King was affable and easy-going, on a professional level, he was a ruthless warmonger, a neighborhood bully.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Sand Castle

When the royal children were small, it became routine to take them to the shore for the last two weeks of summer. Both sovereigns would pack up their households and embark on the two-day journey. As soon as water was sighted, excitement like a bolt of lightening would run through the royal suite. Changing quickly into their bathing suits, the sounds of the children laughing and crying out against the surf was music to the ears of King GarGar and Queen Pirouette.

While the older children threw themselves against the waves, young Prince GarGar built sand castles. “Someday, my son,” said Queen Pirouette, “You will build real castles.”

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Breath

From the royal box in the stands, the King and Queen could see everything- the field of play, the audience in attendance, even the outlines of the city in the distance. Todays tournament would be a mêlée with combatants flailing away at each other with sword, mace and axe- some on horseback- others on foot. The crowd was raucous, shouting encouragement at their favorite fighters and abuse at their opponents. Pirouette smiled to herself as she watched the peasants pass flagons of wine among themselves.

King GarGar raised his hand and the trumpets began to blare. When he brought his hand down, the trumpets ceased and the fighters entered the field. Without ceremony, they began to attack each other. Queen Pirouette drew a breath as the first casualty’s helmet was ripped of his head and he received a cruel blow from the hilt of a sword right in the forehead. Servants dressed in white with red crosses on their backs scurried onto the field and extracted the wounded fighter.

The crowd went wild.