It was said, like a whisper in the wind, a terrific rumor. The king left.
It was said in a horrific and deadly scream. The prince took his place on the throne.
****
Jäwell sat on the middle chair for the session of the council to begin, the grand treasurer barged into the room furiously.
"Another one?! Seriously?!" the fat little man was yelling like a madman. Jäwell raised an eyebrow waiting for more explanation. The commander of the guard was trying to hold a laugh when the treasurer continued hysterically.
"You opened a new brothel! We already have enough!"
Jäwell sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
"I like women," was his only answer. It was obvious that this was a perfectly valid reason for him.
The commander could not contain himself anymore and laughed loudly, he couldn't keep a serious face.
