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He waited in the room next to the throne room. It was his big day.
To be crowned King! Who would of thought it?
Jerrald his new personal servant opened the door wide, calling behind him at the two young boys who carried his robes.
"Sire," he said, bowing low.
Michael smiled. He could get used to this.
King Michael, of Fuckingem Palace, King of all he could see.
Which, granted, wasn't very much since the smog came.
It was a worrying development, the thick black smog covered everything, and everyone. And people were disappearing too.
All of which was kind of worrying, but kind of brilliant too, because it meant that he, Michael, was now going to be King.
And only a few weeks ago he was three hundredth in line to the Throne. He smiled at the two boys who struggled in with the thick robes.
"My boys," he said. "My dear subjects." They dropped the robes to the floor and bowed, low. Aside from Jerrald, his only subjects...