"...clean every last inch of the Royal Armory. It's filthy in there. I want every piece of armor shined, every sword sharpened, and not a single speck of dust to be found. Is that clear, my knight?"
"Yes, your highness," you say, resisting the urge to snarl it out. You, a full knight of the kingdom, forced to clean like a common squire. And the Royal Armory, of all places! It hasn't been opened since the war with the hyenas, and that was before your father was born. Still, it's an out of the way place, relatively secluded. You know the absence of one or two maids won't be noticed...
"And no fucking until you're finished!"
DAMNIT!
***
The steward, a sniveling maneless retch, slowly pushes open the door to the Royal Armory, which creaked loudly. It iss an absolute mess inside! A jumble of armor, spears, swords, shields, bows, and other implements of war, thrown together without any care.
"I understand the one who was responsible for this mess was actually stripped of his rank and shoveled dung until he died," the steward says with a smirk. "I'll have the servants ensure that you remain properly supplied. Good luck getting it done before next week's festival ends!"
He laughs annoyingly as he walks away, twirling his ring of keys on his fingers. He's right, though. One of the major festivals is coming up in a week's time, a holiday where Ayana, the goddess of fertility, was celebrated. It was one of your favorites - finest dairy made from breast milk, beer flowing like a river, and orgies that sometimes lasted well after the final day. And you were going to miss it because you napped for an hour too long?
Shedding your armor, you begin to survey the packrat's nest of an armory. You were going to work on this without rest, so you could show up at the festival with two of the most nubile, fertile, beautiful lionesses on either arm, just to rub it into the stupid steward's face! With your strength and endurance this was going to be easy!
Reaching into the pile, you grunt as you extract an old engraved breastplate - and have to take cover as several pounds of pointy, possibly rusted steel tumble down.
Okay. Maybe not so easy.
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