Ragtag Daily Prompt: Dudgeon

Winding a lock of her thin, wispy hair around a finger, Tata Sous-sus used her other hand to point at one of her wigs. Choosing her newest one which was shockingly black, she said, “How about this one?”

“Your ladyship!” Exclaimed her Mistress of the Wardrobe. “Do you think that’s appropriate for the investiture?” On that day, the Prime Minister was due to be admitted to the Brotherhood of the Golden Ass. The Golden Ass was the highest knighthood in the Kingdom, and a new member could only be accepted after an older one had passed away, thereby opening a new slot. For years, the PM had been waiting for this opportunity. To be upstaged by the Queen’s frumpy, old cousin was not an acceptable outcome for anybody (with the exception of Tata Sous-sus.)

“If I wear that wig, the Prime Minister will leave Court in a pique of high dudgeon,” said Tata Sous-sus calmly. “Isn’t that what we want?” Batting her eyes innocently, the Queen’s kinswoman drew a string of pearls from her jewelry box and wrapped it tightly around her neck. “What do you think?” She asked of no one in particular. Answering her own question, she said, “I think it looks fabulous!”