King Griffin sat across the parlour in the throne hall, his mind a total mess. He didn't even notice a maid pouring wine for him. She was wearing a short skirt and her bossom slightly visible from her cleavage, all trying to please the absentminded king. The maid ended leaving with a dissatisfied look on her face. Never for once did Griffin lift his face to stare at her lustfully the way he does the other days.
Griffin sighed for the nth time today when he noticed a glass of wine placed on the table. Wine! Yes! This would be his only confidant right now. He took a sip but…damn it!
"Why can't you leave my damn mind alone?" He asked, directing the question to no one in particular. His anger propelled him to smash the glass on the floor making the people present stiffen in fear. No one wanted to confront an angry King Griffin, and if you did, you'd have a not so good tale to tell, in earth if lucky.
