During the feast, the Queen of Estomar went easy on the champaign. Unfortunately, the Westinghamian delegation hadn't been so prudent.
"Have a drink, your grace," The Duke said, and handed her a silver vessel.
"That is a gravy boat," she said, staring at the congealing brown substance inside. The Duke, and his team of ambassadors began to chant. "Chug, chug, chug!"
As a princess, she trained to be perfectly graceful, and always put her subject first. The ink on the treaty was still dry.
Delicately, she lifted the saucière to her lips.
"To peace," she said, and began to sip.
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Everyday Drabbles
Short StoryA drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.
