Not Another Hero

"You there," I barked at the guards, "your majesty skipped breakfast. Go down to the kitchen and fetch us something. Now."



It seemed they didn't bother to saddle me with the brightest soldiers as they both immediately scurried off to carry out my request.



I took a look outside. The throne room was not far from the ground of the courtyard outside. I could easily make my escape that way as long as I wasn't noticed.



I decided I might want some provisions, so I fashioned a makeshift knapsack using some of the room's ample decorative curtains and waited for the guards to return.



I took one sniff of the food and scowled. I told them it simply wouldn't do and commanded them to get back to the kitchen and tell that lazy chef to serve up something fit for the ruler of the realm.



As soon as they were out of earshot, I gathered the food into my sack and lept out the window.

I hadn't been king for very long, so I knew I had the option to enter the capital city without being recognized by the general public. Politicians, guards and members of the aristocracy would certainly see through the ruse, though. I knew had to plan my next move carefully...