The feast of Peasants!
Once again it was time for feast to be had, and once again, it was time to rise up against the oppression and villainy of the Dragon King and his beautiful Queen. Would tonight be the night the High Prince and his siblings would finally garner a victory? Or would the King stand firm and crush the rebellion once again?
Tonight's meal, common dish among the general populations throughout the kingdom: Shepherd's Pie! A perfect dish for the heirs. Meat, potatoes, cheese, and vegetables. Should be simple enough for the Princess and her two brothers. Unfortunate, but not unexpectedly, the begging and pleading started immediately. "Father! May we eat this with our most beloved of all condiments, Ketchup?" the High Prince pleaded.
"Of course, son. As your mother and I explained before, you can season your meal to your tastes, as long as you consume it. That is all we ask!" The Dragon King responded, his displeasure at the repetitive nature dancing across his face. "Please son, just eat the meal. I promise you this dish will taste much better if you eat it before it gets cold."
Once the High Prince settled down, the Princess of Dragons saw her opportunity to delay eating her meal as well. "Daddy!" she started, noticing the immediate impact her words had on the Dragon King. "May I sit on your lap while I ate?"
A new tactic the Dragon King was not prepared for. "Of course, Princess" poured from lips before the Dragon King could truly understand the magnitude of the question. Before he could react to correct the statement, the Princess of Dragons climbed into her father's lap, expecting to be fed as well. Knowing it was too late to correct his blunder, the Dragon King adapted and began quickly feeding his daughter while trying to finish his meal at the same time. It did not take long for the Princess to finish the meal, with her father feeding it to her. The High Prince, on the other hand, was taking his sweet time.
"Son, why do you not eat while your meal is warm? I promise you it tastes better." the King spoke, reviewing the lack of progress his first-born son had made on dinner. "How about this, I will warm up your meal. However, I will start a timer as well. You know what that means. No more messing around." The High Prince nodded but said nothing.
Returning with the now warm food and the clock ticking away, the Prince's deadline was hard and fast. The Dragon King sat at the banquet table with his son, prodding him to eat his meal. The time continued to tick-tock away, the Dragon King reminding his son the consequences. Small bite after small bite the Prince ate the meal, pushing it to every end of his time window. With less than a minute left, the High Prince finished the plate and was dismissed from the table.
The Dragon King could only smile to himself, while his daughter surprised him with the tactical change, his heirs were eating their meals. The Queen's determination was outlasting their children's rebellion. Could the King and his beautiful Queen finish the mission.
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