Royalty Consists Not in Vain Pomp

Royalty Consists Not in Vain Pomp
by: Lilith Langtree

 

I threw the copy of the marriage license at him, which in reflection was stupid because it wasn't tied down with a large piece of marble, and it wound up flittering away until it landed beside him. "You want to explain this? Oh," I waved my left hand at him displaying the monster mound of diamond attached to my finger. "And this?"



If you liked this post, you can leave a comment and/or a kudos!
Click the Thumbs Up! button below to leave the author a kudos:

And please, remember to comment, too! Thanks. 
This story is 71 words long.