Jessica had had her libidinous eye on the king's champion for many a long year and now that he was finally a captive in the dungeon, there was just no way she was going to let him escape her tender mercies if she could help it.
An hour or so later, a bathed, changed and much reinvigorated Prince Vulkan sauntered through the keep toward the throne room. He was curious to see the veneficious results of Malpurgo's potion, which the countess had administered to the king and his council in the early hours.
Vulkan was met at the great double doors to the throne room by a group of highly agitated footmen. Hopping from foot-to-foot the servants explained that the king and the seneschal had been playing sword fights and the king appeared to have cut off the seneschal's head.
Vulkan clamped his lips together to smother his smile and opened the door a crack. The king was sitting at the foot of the dais absently rolling the seneschal's glowering head between his feet. In the corner, one of the old dukes had his robes up around his pasty white arse and was having a crap while the other old codger looked on blankly.
Vulkan closed the door. It was time to take charge.
"Find a way to lock this door and any other entrances to the throne room," he said sonorously, "the king and his council have clearly been possessed."
Only too pleased to have a noble lord to obey ay last, the footmen scurried off to do his bidding.
Vulkan allowed himself a small smile of self-congratulation.
'Time to find Princess Flamia' he told himself.