The guard pushed the young girl, and she fell in front of the throne.
The king was smiling, and his axe was whispering.
" Do you know what I like ?" asked the King.
Tears. The girl couldn't speak.
The King rises, and asked again :
" Do-you-know-what-I-like ?"
She choked, her eyes fell to the ground - she couldn't stand that smile.
The King made a step forward.
" I like choping. Chop, chop chop, I love to chop wood. My axe and I, we like to chop chop chop ! " he almost singed.
The girl cried :
" I... I don't understand..."
The King laughed.
" My dear... You are made of wood !"
She shouted :
" - No ! No, my King, I am not, I am...
- Hu ?
- Hu ?
- I am made of flesh ! No wood, only blood and flesh !
- Oh... oh I see" said the King.
He rised his axe above his head.
" Whatever."
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