“You lift up to make him king. You lower before dethroning.”
Molly stared at Davis’s face, uncertain what to do with hers. Some hazing was expected on orientation day. But this?
Davis glared back, and she nodded as if in comprehension, desperate for a glint of mirth to reassure her he was joking.
There was none.
“And are there guidelines for when either happens?” she attempted.
Davis’s eyes narrowed and Molly swallowed. There goes her job.
The man bowed to the doll. “Please forgive her ignorance, Your Royalness.”
He turned to Molly. “Beware, for your predecessor lost her head.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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