Much more found in the other place, ..

The Overlord was shaking with fury and read the detailed reports in total silence. It had started, and they’d missed their window of opportunity to stop the curse before it had even begun.

Growling, the most powerful being on Earth then shook in anger whilst physically spitting out in rage.

In controlled fury, the royal-personage slowly and carefully crumpled up the paper in the delicate right royal-hand, then taking careful aim; threw it hard at the runner who had brought in the bad news.

The seething – seated royal-being, considered to themselves that they’d been wrong footed yet again, and once more it was by that wasp of a boy, and now his latrine ridden sons had also got involved at the last minute.

With that final insult rattling around inside the royal-mind, the royal-fist slammed down hard on the arm of the royal-throne, once the moan of frustration had died down – the royal-words then echoed round the vast elegant decorated room saying. “Someone’s head will roll for this!”

No one in the place moved: then the Court members, (as one), all cowered low, as they collectively saw the royal-fingers rapidly drumming on the royal-throne’s arm, and it seemed to the silenced onlookers; that the royal-throne-arm was tapping right back, but apart from that very familiar royal optical illusion; everyone in the royal throne-room knew full well what the royal-blood-line was thinking about. It was the method of the head’s removal, and how it would happen.

On cue, a cruel smile then crossed the Overlord’s tight thin lips, as several tried and trusted methods came to mind, after several seconds of deep contemplation; the royal-blood-line smiled and looked slowly round the room, and as the royal-personage did this, it also glared at the terrified court retinue with its withering gaze: the lord and master of all then said in a low menacing hush. “Yes, someone’s head will roll for this, but slowly! Very very slowly!” Without warning the royal-hands came together, and clapped twice; making the entire court jump at once, it was always a collective response that amused the Overlord greatly, and a cold grin was their collective reward. In the resounding silence that followed, the lord king of all added to the cold menacing hush saying. “Prepare my corset for an immediate fitting.”

++ Some in the court shook with open fear at the mere mention of the iron maiden corset being brought out: whilst others secretly imagined the queen wearing it for her people, but of course they kept such wild errant thoughts to themselves.

The anger that the royal-personage was feeling, finally left in seeing the restrictive garment being brought out by four bowing and scraping slaves: some of whom looked fat enough and ready for the pot thought the Overlord, looking at them struggling with the wide leather straps of the corset.

Calming right down at the thought of a lavish banquet, and sighing contentedly: the absolute ruler of the Court then considered that even though they’d missed this moment in time, also knew there would be others, and as that thought crossed the royal-mind; another different louder type of sigh was heard.

The Overlord then considered that they were good at waiting. They had waited this long, a few more years wouldn’t really matter in tracking down and wiping out the pedophile ring menace for once and all.

** And anyhow (Project Purge) was almost in place, and the scatter gun approach was bound to take them all out, and in one red-sitting at that.

The royal personage’s mouth tightened into a cruel tight smile at the delicious thought of the bloody deadly mayhem ensuing, and all during the white wedding festive rituals, when an armed-truce was in force on both sides.

It was then that the royal-face practically beamed with unbridled pleasure, and it did it as the buffoon Commander, who headed up the useless espionage department; was finally brought in under armed guard: along with his bowing and scraping second in tow, urgently whispering up to his conceited master.

Arching an eyebrow, the royal-mind stripped the servant’s skin bare quite quickly, before reducing the rank of the esteemed Commander to that of a mere Corporal in service.

** After that, they could collectively start the task in hand of removing the buffoon’s head with blunt dinner knives, and the first one to finally deal the death blow: lost, with their own worthless lives as forfeit.

All in all, it was going to be an interesting few hours watching the defrocked commander screaming wriggling and begging for mercy, whilst all the time being firmly tied into the royal-corset; with only its useless head sticking out taking the corporal punishment.

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.