It took the RLS six days, five hours, and twenty-two minutes to reach the governor’s court.
“That seems like a long time,” you might say. “The governor’s court was a two day’s journey for him. What could’ve possibly happened?”
Well, it’s just that Esther and the RLS were fated to have a less frivolous relationship than you might’ve thought. Just as the RLS felt slighted and headed off for the castle, Esther was in her small little cabin, getting her panties in a wad.
“It’s too much!” she fumed, for this was not the first time something like this had happened. “I have the right to live in peace in my own home! I’m tired of living in constant fear! That’s it—I’m going to see the governor! I don’t care about his reputation! Someone has to make him see sense!”
Esther was sure that person would be her. And so, early the next morning, she cooked herself a big breakfast, and set out for the palace.
The RLS had also postponed his journey for the following day, and had just finished eating some dandelions when he noticed Esther leaving her house…and heading in the general direction of the palace as well.
“Suspicious,” he said. He full well assumed she had been so up in arms over what was unfortunately a not-yet-performance-ready rendition of Hamlet’s soliloquy, that he got his panties in a wad too, and began to track her on her way to the palace. He hoped to possibly confront her, and convince her to leave a better review.
What neither of them took into account (no one ever does), was the Grumpet.
What’s a Grumpet?
The reason you don’t know the answer to that question, is the reason why I am the writer of this serial, and you are—well—you’re doing whatever the hell you’re doing right now. Most likely doom scrolling while you take an extra 5 minutes on the toilet at work. Because you hate your job. Because you didn’t follow your Aunt Tilly’s advice to follow your heart and throw caution to the wind. Well, now Aunt Tilly does weddings in Vegas and lives her best life, and you—well, you’re doom scrolling on the toilet. Let me ask you, dear reader—are you happy?
Don’t answer that. It doesn’t matter. The point is that it is I who must explain to you, dear reader, with your small little mind, what a Grumpet is, and what our heroes can expect to happen when they encounter one. Which, by my estimation, should be *checks watch* in approximately four days, and forty-five minutes.
Don’t you love reading the serial of someone who literally has NO IDEA what’s going to happen next?
I’m already writing next season, and I think it’s rather fun.
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