A King’s Worry

100 words about a castle hidden on an island
(c) 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Few knew about the castle hidden inside the island.

He thought too many knew, but what was an underground king to do? He needed supplies. His army, if not out raiding, would eat round the clock; if they went on too many raids, their enemies might track them here.

His queen, despite the lack of occasion to show off her tailor’s skills, demanded more silk and velvet; she had to keep up with the fashion, should he ever changed his mind and allowed her to host a ball.

Each supply run cost extra to buy the ferrymen’s silence. Bribes meant more raids, raids meant more worry. It never stopped.


A rather week story for MFtS this week, but it seems this is the best I can do.