Ragtag Daily Prompt: Lies

In between sobs, King GarGar would blow his nose and take a sip of wine. Before his goblet could get empty, Sir Beerbottom, the Master of the Cup, would refill the King’s vessel with more intoxicant. The last time anybody in the King’s personal service saw him in such a state was when the battleship Marie Rose sank. Sir Beerbottom cleared his throat loudly after refreshing the King’s drink. Then he sighed heavily like an actor on a stage.

“You’ve obviously got something to say, my lord, so you might as well say it,” sobbed the king to his friend.

“Getting drunk is not going to solve any of your problems. In fact, it will probably make everything worse.”

“It’s not that she met with the Cardinal/Archbishop, a notorious rake, without telling me first, but to lie about it afterwards. That’s what hurts. Why would she lie, if she didn’t have something to hide?”

“Perhaps she and the Cardinal/Archbishop are working together on a project that touches on Your Majesty’s private life, rather than some ignoble acts on either of their parts. You don’t wear a suspicious mind very well. Isn’t better to just trust?”

Gargar paused in mid-sip. “Damn it! You’re right. I should trust Pirouette more than this!” Flinging his handkerchief to the ground, King GarGar rose from his table and tried to shake the fuzziness from his head. “I’m an idiot sometimes,” he slurred.

Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge : Feet or Shoes (Human or Animal)

Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge : Feet or Shoes

This is a good subject for black and white photography. In color it looks a bit graphic.
Boring old Russell’s foot.
GarGar’s back feet are much more interesting.
Here’s a closer look. Scrumptious! I could just eat ’em!
Pirouette shows us all four of her feet!
Here’s some last minute paws.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Connection

Lady Chartworth had been in the employ of Queen Pirouette for several years. Under the guise of lady in waiting to Queen Pirouette’s younger sister, the Duchess of Ennuyeuse, Lady C worked tirelessly as a spy both at Court and at Courts abroad. Today she was receiving instructions directly from the Queen herself.

“As you know, tonight my husband is hosting a ball for the wounded noncommissioned officers in a few days,” said Queen Pirouette to Lady Chartworth.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Gazing demurely at the floor, Lady C murmured, “I hope this isn’t another honey pot.”

“Nothing so vulgar, my dear,” Queen Pirouette waved her fan in the air as if she were swatting a fly. “No, all I require you to do is to make a connection with your handler in the Imperial Court.”

“My goodness! Right there in full sight of everybody! That’s playing it fast and loose.”