The Folly of The Ring of Prestige.
At 9am, Princess Roddy's necklace pinged. '....Who's callin' me in the middle of a bleedin' nap? I'm not even decent right now....' the princess said, grumpily waking up. He tapped the necklace and turned his live feed on. 'His Royal Majesty, Princess Rodderick Furystrykar of Simsonia and Eotson speaking...' he said. Shelly adjusted him. A holographic screen appeared in front of him. It showed a caracal patterned felynian wearing a smart dark sea green suit and black trousers. 'Hello, Your Royal Majesty. It's Governess Judith Briggwalsh of Ethertide. I'm so sorry for disturbing your nap. You see, it's The Ring of Prestige. No matter how many times me or President Trevor Wellerman say no to the organization, they insist on you adjudicating their trial.' Judith said. Princess Roddy narrowed his eyes. 'I can see their lawyers are with you....mind putting them on for me?' he asked. 'Of course, Princess Rodderick.' the governess said. A few minutes later, the lawyers, two humans in fuzzy wuzzy brown suits, trousers and shoes, stepped forwards. 'Have you considered the request of our clients, Your Royal Majesty?' they asked. 'Aye. I have. AND IT'S FUCK NO! I AM NO' AJUDICATIN' A MASS TRIAL FILLED WITH SHITEBOLLOCKIN' BELLENDIC GOBSHITES WHO WILL NAE DOUBT WASTE ME AND THE COURT'S TIME! ALSO, IT'S A TOTALLY DIFFERENT LEGAL SYSTEM TO SIMSONIA'S! DAE YE HAVE A CO-OPERATIVE COURT SYSTEM, WHERE THE DEFENCE AND THE PROSECUTION WORK TOGETHER TAE GET TAE THE TRUTH? HUH?' Princess Roddy raged. The lawyers adjusted their ties. 'Uhm, no.' one said. 'AH DIDNAE THINK SO! SO DROP IT AND FUCK OFF! DINNAE BAUTHER ME ANY MORE!' Princess Roddy thundered. The lawyers took that as a sign to leave the governess's office and scarpered. 'I'll....just leave you to your nap, Your Royal Majesty. Sweet dreams.' Judith said. She ended the call. The holographic screen went back into Princess Roddy's nacklace. 'I'm goin back tae sleep.' Princess Roddy grumbled. And so he fell asleep again in Shelly's arms, weeping. His aunt hugged him tightly against her very generous bosom once more and bounced him gently on the sofa, humming softly. Shine came over and gave him some very great, big, long, loving and squeaky smooches on his cheeks, nose and forehead, adding to the very great, big, shiny, bright pink lipstick smooches that were already there and she joined in the cuddle and the hum. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Shine answered it. It was the Guild Mistress and Mayor of Clywyd, Taffy Vergil. 'It's a bad time, madam mayor.' Shine said, sighing. 'I could hear. Wow...what happened?' Taffy asked. 'Ring of Prestige happened.' Princess Roddy said telepathically in his sleep, softly crying. 'I'm going to ask the citizens of Clywyd to not bother you when you decide to come out. Will that be ok?' she asked telepathically. 'Please.' the princess replied. 'As you wish, Your Royal Majesty.' the Guild Mistress said, curtsying. She left the portable cottage. Princess Roddy buried his face into Shelly and continued to weep softly. His aunt hugged him tighter against her very generous bosom. Eventually, the weeping stopped as he settled. 'That's all of it.' Shelly said telepathically to Shine. 'I have a feeling that The Ring of Prestige aren't going to try that again.' her twin replied telepathically. And they didn't. 'Obliteratio Targetus Ring of Prestige.' Princess Roddy thought, snapping his fingers in his sleep. Meanwhile in a holding cell, the entirety of The Ring of Prestige got cleanly vaporised. No ash, no dust, nothing left. Back at the portable cottage, His Royal Majesty smiled in his sleep. Shelly noticed. 'He sleep snapped them.' she said, chuckling. 'Sorry, Judith Briggswalsh, I just vaporised The Ring of Prestige.' the princess said apologetically and telepathically in his sleep. 'No worries, Your Royal Majesty.' the governess of Ethertide replied telepathically. Princess Roddy could now have his nappy-nap in peace.














