I will not capitulate!
Tell your master: This Throne will never seat a Norman King. Your archers will fall, the conscripts will abandon you, your errant Knights will betray you. I will fight alongside the lowliest foot soldier, the noblest Knight, and see your heart on the end of my sword…
Tell your master:
If I die before your head is impaled upon my lance, rest-assured no one in this Kingdom will let you live a moment longer than my last breath…
Take that to your noble master and may he choke on it. Save us some time…and arrows.
Friday Fictioneers @ Addicted to Purple
Photo Prompt: Copyright Claire Fuller
Word Count: 99
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