The Revolution

King Vanity donned his finest silks while his trusted adviser waited impatiently for him. He could hear the cacophony of roars outside of his castle, and was preparing to flee for his safety. But first he had to be sure he looked impeccable. He glanced at himself again and decided to wear the blue robe with the fur lining as it really brought out his eyes.

“Sire,” his adviser interrupted, “might I remind you that the peasants are revolting!”

“Yes, well,” he sniffed disdainfully at him. “You don’t look so great yourself you know, but you don’t hear me complaining.”

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