100 words for Friday Fictioneers based on the photo prompt below.
(Copyright Melanie Greenwood)
Early Wednesday morning. The courtyard was empty. Queen Elise, in Tyrian purple, sat poised on her throne. Her kingdom spanned the known world and many imaginary ones but she had no staff save for some reprobate jesters and old Reverend Spooner, her herald. Another week was about to start.
The hour arrived. The courtyard filled. Reverend Spooner quieted the room and spoke to the assembled throng.
“On this, the second anniversary of her coronation, please join me in offering a heartfelt three chairs for our queer old Dean!”
Elise sighed, then smiled. At least Russell hadn’t called her that yet.
Queen Elise and the Reverend Spooner