The King of Kemenbar rubbed his forehead. Another day spent with Queen Meg meant another day of being pushed beyond his reasonable limits. King Nate was fond of his reasonable limits. When he was but a young lad, he wrote them down on a particularly resilient piece of parchment. Ever since then he kept them in a secret pocket in his shoe. To this day the parchment is safe and also very odorous.
As it has been previously mentioned, this list was dear to him. It was and is so dear that he refuses to allow its contents to be displayed in any sort of public manner.
What struck him with the sudden need to rub his upper face was this: Queen Meg had been acting much like herself. She was annoying him. What made this worse for poor Nate was that all of the Kingdom's inhabitants were off playing an intense game of tag football. Thus, annoying Nate was the absolute center of her attention. This is usually where bad things stem from.
Every time King Nate opened his mouth to say anything, Meg would shoot right back a witty retort. The witty retort would inevitably shock Nate with its harshness and he would be forced to spend several minutes regaining his courage. Nate would then scoop his pride and courage off the floor and try to say something else. As sure as the sun is to rise in the morning, Meg's next witty retort would be more violent and horrific than the last.
Now, lest anyone think that Nate possesses a weak disposition, no person could survive much more than half an hour of this. Nate was somewhere between hour 8 and hour 9. His will to live was rapidly deteriorating. Meanwhile, Meg's glee grew and grew with each verbal beat down.
Lest anyone think that Meg is a cruel, heartless creature, she honestly thought that she was being funny. She's just that kind of a person. She could probably throw a rock at your face and then smile with a certain cuteness that she possesses. Before you know it the blood, tears, and bruises that you've acquired don't matter overly much. You're just lost in her eyes and her smile and you don't care anymore.
Nate's headache persisted. Both the actual pain and Meg.
I can't say that this story I'm relating to you has adventure. It doesn't. It's more of an explanation. In the midst of sobs, he called her "ruthless." He was bitter and he liked how that felt. So this time he called her the "Ruthless One." She was taken aback. Soon her insults slowed to a trickle.
Nate grew happier. Meg forgot about annoying Nate and went to go catch some fish with her bare hands. Thus, the Kingdom of Kemenbar gained a Ruthless Queen and keep its King's sanity.
