The eyrls

A king

mornin's dancin'

suns a shining

The priest dies tonight.

the king sang as he

sharpened hes blades, but im not gonna do it, i hate getting my hands dirty, literally, he then went ahead to wipe hes hands on the guards clothes,

boy you need to clean yourself more, you smell like my grand uncle's wife, he said with a chuckle, his darkish brown hair bouncing as he laughed.

Here take these blades , the king commanded his servant, the guard fearfully took the blades, the king noticing the hestitation in his servant's reaction , smiled and patted his back , you can do it, but your emminence, the wrath of the eyrl will be upon us all,

i'm the chief if there is anything you need to fear, it's me, he said as he rummaged his robes and brought out a cloth wrapped in gold coins, the guard smiled, maybe you are right sir , he said as he made his way to take the coins, . wait one moment compadre, you better do a clean job, in a breath his voice lowered, or i'll do it myself , and best believe that if my hands get dirty, i'll wipe it on your wife .

The guard shivered at the threat , but still went on to take the treasures, i wont fail you chief,

you better not, said the chief as he made a hand gesture instructing the guard you leave, the guard understanding the motion made to leave , but before he could step out the door, the king called him back , um giliard , be sure to bring me a clean head, it'll be a birthday surprise for my baby and a gift for my lady, giliard in turn nodded his head and left, .

The king sank deeper in his throne, it'll all be set for my queen, my sweet delicious queen, oh to be in a continious loop of falling in love. slowly he brought out a picture, his wife's picture, the smiled as he looked at his wife's picture

her luscious cyan hair, her green bright eyes, her lovely smile, oh to be old and in love, but im not old am i, the chief really wasn't old, a man in hes early 50's one could say he is a daddy, a handsome one at that, deep brown eyes, siren shaped, a proud man , a 6foot 7 man quite a giant, he stood from his chair, the chair making a creaking sound at his wake, with a thump of his foot he was out the door

Time to prepare for the festival.