Ragtag Daily Prompt: Promises

The royal jeweler bowed low and then opened his case for King GarGar’s inspection. There were four brooches that His Majesty had ordered. One was formed in the image of Venus, while another was a lady and a heart; the third was of a man lying in a woman’s lap, while the fourth showed the same woman with a crown. Diamonds, emeralds, rubies and pearls imbedded in finely wrought gold, they captured the light in countless hues and tossed it back to beguile the beholder. It was no mystery who the woman in the brooches was; it was his wife, Queen Pirouette, the most beautiful woman in the world. The King had personally designed them and contributed the jewels from his personal collection.

“This promises to be Your Majesty’s greatest triumph,” said the royal jeweler.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Mighty!

Can there be any doubt that King GarGar is a mighty warrior? He always returns from battle victorious, carrying the banners of fallen enemies before him. His triumphant homecomings are always a cause for celebration. Often Queen Pirouette will wait for him at the city gates. From there she will ride side by side with her husband who is always happy to share the glory with her. Their adoring subjects will wait all night in order to cheer them on in the morning.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Down the Line

The longbow was typically six feet tall. A skilled archer could easily release ten arrows in one minute. These deadly projectiles could pierce armor. All it would take to wipe out a thousand mounted knights was a detachment of a hundred archers on foot. Fortunately for King GarGar, he had over five hundred archers at his disposal. He rode his horse up and down the line, shouting encouragement to his men as the enemy knights came within shooting range.

“Fire!” Shouted King GarGar.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Professional

Inside King GarGar’s tent stood a large table. Spread out on its surface was a detailed map of the terrain. The King and his generals were studying it intently when a messenger arrived with news from the field. “Speak up!” Said General Barkington to the hapless messenger. “What news?”

The foot soldier, who was not a professional messenger, struggled to read the missive in his hand.

“Give me that!” Snapped General Barkington as he snatched the report from the messenger’s hands.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Interim

The last thing King GarGar wanted to do was open a new parliament; however, Queen Pirouette put down one delicate foot, and that was that. GarGar relented. The announcement went out that parliament would be meeting in one week’s time. In the interim, Queen Pirouette put the final touches on her speech and selected the garments she would wear with the royal regalia.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Ruckus

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.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Juice

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!”

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Prism

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.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Whiff!

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.