The cavalcade arrived on a day the mountain belched forth black smoke. Anxiety marked many a face when the royal procession clattered into his inner courtyard. He met them there.
The Queen, bless her fathomless heart, was first to dismount, sliding off Ladylark's shoulder and landing on the run. She threw her arms around him tightly, while the King and his party looked on, bemused. "How we've missed you, dear one!" she exclaimed.
Breath depleted, he patted her shoulder, and she pulled back, smiling at him winsomely. "Now," she asked, eyebrows lifted, "should we expect the world to end today?"
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