King Tingaling
The Captain led the shackled Duke and Michel up a grand, marble staircase with walls adorned with more paintings of the fa… (for fear of being imprisoned by King Tingaling for describing him accurately, I shall refrain), glorious and affluent-looking King Tingaling.
“Captain, is it much farther? All these stairs do not do pedigree Basset Hounds much good at all.”
“Duke, they’re just a few stairs. Stop whining. I don’t even know why I let you come… why did I?”
“For my superior acumen, I suppose.”
“Quiet, you two,” the Captain said.
As they made their way up the final few steps, the magnificent and ostentatious throne room came into view. A palatial room, with sparkly chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, a gleaming marble-tiled floor, a gold-leaf ceiling and yet more pa
