“Now that we’ve all eaten our fill from the bounty I’ve generously provided, there is no better time to make the announcement that you’ve all been waiting for,” Snowball declared. They’d even lick the dirt off his boots if he asked him to.
They were always seeking a leader, for none of them possessed the cognitive abilities to govern themselves.Īll he had to do was wave a single coin around or show off any sort of status symbol and everyone suddenly became desperate to get into his good graces.
That's what he appreciated the most about the peasantry. The highest castes wouldn't take kindly to a peasant among their ranks, especially once they saw his uncultured habits, but there were several exploitable loopholes in the marriage law in case anyone called the validity of his claim to the kingship into question.Īnd if all else failed, well, he could always stage a military coup.īut aside from the four rabble-rousers, everyone else was wrapped under his thumb. It was best for Pinky to learn that now, where the consequences would be less dire among the peasantry than they would be among royalty. While he didn't care that the others were missing, Pinky's status as his chosen queen meant that he should've been sitting on Snowball's right as a show of support.įeasts were important matters, and even a single faux pas, or failure to show up at all, could offend the wrong person. That senile old codger, the village idiot, the obstinate squirrel, and her annoying nephew were missing from the assembly. Snowball tapped the wineglass with his spoon three times, and everyone's attention returned to him, their conversations and laughter dying down. This is my first time writing a Snowball POV so it’s very exciting! AN: This chapter is another village interlude, and will pick up where Ch 9: The Feast left off, focusing on the Gaston’s Reprise and his visit to the asylum owner scene.
0 kommentar(er)
