1, A Most Unexpected Visitor
The castle’s great hall shimmered with polished armor and gilded tapestries. King Aleric droned on about banners, colors, and food for the upcoming wedding, while Princess Averline let the minutiae wash over her.
“Princess Averline,” the king said, turning to her, “what shall we eat tonight?”
“Roast beef,” she replied simply.
“Roast beef with spices and plenty of butter and lard,” King Aleric added. “We want to preserve her curves for the wedding night.”
The nobles chuckled, the staff scurried, and Averline quietly exhaled.
Mara leaned close. “Shall we take a walk in the gardens before dinner?”
“Yes, we shall,” Averline said, grateful for the distraction.
As they approached the castle wall, Averline thought she heard a horse. She blinked at Mara.
“Stable’s over there,” Mara said, motioning.
And then—thump, thump, thump! A small furry blur darted past their ankles. Averline froze.
“Mara… is that…?”
“MR. FUZZ!” Mara hissed, as the notorious castle troublemaker skidded across the courtyard, swiping at leaves, knocking over a flowerpot, and disappearing into the knight’s stables.
Averline couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. Even here, in the midst of royal protocol and looming weddings, chaos had found a way to announce itself—courtesy of Mr. Fuzz.
2. The Knight’s Dilemma
Sir Edrin, Black Knight of the East Wing, polished his armor meticulously, preparing for the evening’s jousting practice. A sudden tap-tap-tap echoed along the stone corridor.
He looked down. Mr. Fuzz, tail high, was batting his gauntlet onto the floor.
“No… not now,” Edrin groaned, retrieving his helmet. Mr. Fuzz pounced onto the rack, scattering a collection of heirloom swords in all directions. One landed neatly across Edrin’s shoulder.
After much battling, he made it out the door of the keep.
By the time Edrin reached the training yard, the horse had mysteriously donned a tiny crown of yarn. Mr. Fuzz sat atop the hay bales, clearly judging.
3. The Banquet Interruption
The royal banquet hall glittered with candlelight and crystal goblets. Averline was about to sit when a loud screech and crash erupted.
Mr. Fuzz had leaped into the honeyed wine fountain, turning it into a frothy, sticky mess. Guests recoiled, silverware slid across tables, and the King coughed delicately into his napkin.
“Was that…?” a lord asked.
“Yes,” Mara muttered. “That was Mr. Fuzz, and yes, he’s very pleased with himself.”
The Black Knight frowned, wiping sticky pawprints off his gauntlets. Some battles required sword and shield; others required tolerance of chaotic fur and large wet rags.
4. Midnight Mischief
In the quiet of the castle, Averline tiptoed through the corridors. She wasn’t alone. Tiny pads scuffed behind her.
“Mr. Fuzz?” she whispered.
The cat crouched low, eyes glinting in candlelight, before launching into a stealthy charge at her slippers. One went flying, hitting a suit of armor. Clangs echoed across the hallway.
She sighed, realizing that some nights, even silent halls weren’t quiet.
5. The Siege of the Pantry
Sir Edrin had declared victory in his training exercises and retreated to the pantry for celebratory pastries. But Mr. Fuzz had arrived first.
Flour puffed in the air as he slid across the counter. Honey dripped from the edge of a plate; crumbs littered the floor.
“By the king’s crown!” Edrin shouted, chasing the cat. Mr. Fuzz darted beneath the wine racks, tail flicking smugly.
When the knight finally cornered him, the cat blinked lazily and yawned, as if to say: “All is mine. Your pastries, your dignity… your socks.”
Edwin looked down. Darn the cat. His socks were gone!
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