'Um...what the fuck?'
As Mrs Queen went downstairs from her last relaxing bath of the year within the house of Mr King and hers, the absolute scenes in the living room nearly caused her to throw the towel in.
Within the warmly lit opening, over the shiny reflective floor tiles and in between the windows that showed the beautiful night lights of the Citadel, twelve sets of Mr King's armour were positioned in the middle of the room and arranged to spell 'HAPPY NEW YEAR', with Mr King nowhere to be found.
'What is this?' Mrs Queen asked, drying her hair and leaning against the steps, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at what's in front of her.
'Happy new year, darling.' Mr King said, sounding like all twelve armour speaking at the same time and making Mrs Queen rub her slightly puffy eyes after the warm shower.
'Yeah, I can see that.' Mrs Queen said, hanging the towel against the railing of the stairs, 'Which one are you?'
