Chicken and Rice Reckoning!
The realm enjoyed a relative peace. The High Prince's righteous rebellion had been halted, left alone as his younger siblings fell to the iron might of the Dragon King. The Queen of Night had used her fool magics to trick the younger children into actually liking the food she made.
Deflated, the Prince sat with the King and Queen in the banquet hall, his meal in front of him. "Father, if I consume all the foul meals for the week, would you still honor your promise of a reward?" The High Prince dared ask, still holding out for his opportunity to release himself from the slavery his parents held him in.
"Yes, son, of course! Clean your plate for the next six days and I will honor our agreement." The Dragon King hissed, his putrid villainy pouring from his lips. "But as always, three bites is what is required of you without punishment!"
"Yes father, I know!" rebuked the Prince. He looked for support from either sibling, but they were already eating their share. He was alone against the unyielding might of his father, he who crushed all his enemies and conquered all. "Three bites, I can do it." The Prince murmured to himself. He grabbed the spoon and took his first bite. It was horrific, the worst thing he had tasted in a day, at least!
"Father, will it count if I eat my bites with cheese?" he begged, hoping against hope that he could lessen the agony of taking another bite. "Yes, of course son!" was his father's reply. he may just be able to get through this.
The cheese was added, the desire to resist growing. Should he hold out and rebel once more against the continued tyranny, or should he feint resignation and strike when his father had forgotten his original treachery.
The decision made, the High Prince quickly consumed the two additional bites. "Father, I have completed your requirements, may I be finished?" The prince asked.
The Dragon king stirred from his throne. "What happened to finishing everything, son?" he demanded. "O, I don't really want a reward. Just to be done!" The prince spat. "Fine then son, you have completed my requirements, you are dismissed." The King of all evil slid back into his throne, a most successful evening.
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