Chapter Four: King Jonny

King Jonny was not a futile man and when he wanted something, or someone dealt with he did it himself. When his father died, with him at fifteen years of age, he had learned if you wanted something done you had to do it yourself. His father died making too much noise after all, and almost got too much attention. Luckily his mother was quick to keep it inside castle walls. The people in the village, for all they knew, old king Baram, was passing on the throne at an early age. And that is why when he heard of the village girl, if you could even call her that, was captured by a group of merchant boys, he immediately sent guards to bring her in for trial. If it was the girl he was thinking of after all, she had been causing trouble for a while.

The girl was either a daughter of the devil or just really dumb. Maybe both. But yet he was going to deal with her himself. He wasn't going to let her ruin the kingdom he had worked so hard to revive from his fathers drunk rule. He had killed bandits, well sent his men to do it under his direction, cleaned up villages and reunited them, well the villagers clean and his men reunited them, under his direction of course, and he had done a pretty good job he thought. He had worked hard to get the throne he wanted so badly, and not even a slob of a girl would take it.

When the girl was thrown on her knees before him, and forced to listen to her crimes, he enjoyed it, every minute of it. Yet then she started to annoy him with her smart aleck ways, he decided to have her whipped until she begged him for mercy. Mercy he would gift her, he was a good king, working as a laborer for the rest of her weak life instead of a hanging.

It was a good plan, a foolhardy plan, and it was going to work.