It was a crazy day in the royal nursery. Besides the three youngest children of King GarGar and Queen Pirouette, the children of several courtiers, plus some royal cousins made over a dozen young people. It was playtime, and the children were wound up like spinning tops.
“What a ruckus!” Shouted Lady Goresuch over the din.
“Indeed,” answered Queen Pirouette who was calm and relaxed in the face of madcap, childish antics.
Hunting boar was thirsty work, but it was the duty of the King to lead the Court into the fray. What a spectacle! All the riders wore matching clothes- bright red jackets- so as not to be accidentally taken down. While the horns blared, the hound dogs howled, straining at their leashes. His Majesty called for some water, but a valet handed him a pouch filled with juice. One sip, and King GarGar spat it out. “I asked for water!” He shouted. “Not juice!”
Queen Pirouette loved to dance. As a consequence, she was always throwing balls and pageants. The courtiers were happy to move in step with the Queen. The only voice of dissent was that of King GarGar who grumpily proclaimed that he couldn’t dance and that the balls cost too darn much to throw, what with the flowers, dancers to show the others how to move to the music. Just keeping all the chandeliers lit was a major undertaking, but it was well worth it to see them capture the light and then throw it back in the form of a prism.
Queen Pirouette held a private audience with le parfumeur royal. Once a month the man would come to the palace, assistant in tow who carried a small wooden chest. After bowing low to the Queen, the perfumer motioned his assistant to open the chest. Inside were a variety of small glass vials that seemed to glow with an inner energy.
“Today Your Majesty I’ve prepared a special formulation. It has a rose and gardenia base with hints of honeysuckle and hyacinth. One whiff and His Majesty will be at your feet.”
“No thank you, monsieur, but I prefer my husband by my side,” replied the Queen with a smile.
Princess LaLa and her twin brother little Prince GarGar were so excited that they could barely keep still. Today was to be their first riding lesson. Waiting by the corral, they tried to pick out which horses would be theirs. One can imagine their chagrin when they were presented each with a pony.
“We want to ride one of them!” LaLa pointed at the stallions that were milling about the corral.
“No, your Highness,” said the groom. “I was instructed to give you and your brother these ponies. I’m supposed to show you how to mount them.”
Prince GarGar began to howl with rage. “I want a real horse!” He shouted.