Less Than Terrible Fate Today was one of those rare, easy days for King Noreat. After finishing his official duties for the day he went to his room to relax. The King was now lying on his stomach on the bed, a book happily lying before his eyes. It was a new book, full of poetry by an author Noreat had commissioned. The poetry was written well enough, and reading it gave the King something to enjoy while he had no responsibilities to tend to.
And then the entertainment shuffled into his room. The General/King consort slipped into the bedroom muttering to himself in his native tongue, which was not native to