The post Chapter 11: “The Time I Accidentally Became King (For Like, an Hour)” appeared first on The Misfire Comics.
]]>Buy “Fantastic Four (3 book series)” on Amazon: https://amzn.to/4ltFi8u
The day started the way most of my days do—bad coffee, suspicious stares from strangers, and at least one pigeon trying to mug me for a sandwich. I was in a small Eastern European-ish country (the kind you see in spy movies with names that sound like someone sneezed halfway through a word) because I’d agreed to deliver a “totally safe” package for a “totally legitimate” courier service.
Spoiler: it was not totally safe.
The Coronation Mishap
I wandered into the capital city’s main square to find myself in the middle of a parade. People were cheering, confetti was flying, and I—being me—thought Wow, they really love tourists here!
Before I could wave back properly, a group of royal guards surrounded me. They bowed. Bowed.
“Your Majesty, the throne awaits,” one said, straight-faced.
Now, I’ve been mistaken for a janitor, a busboy, and once for a rogue balloon animal artist—but never a king. Turns out the actual king had been missing for weeks, and the sacred “Crown of Velkor” was supposed to choose his rightful successor by landing on their head during the coronation ceremony.
Guess what fell on my head.
Royal Duties in Record Time
They whisked me into the royal palace, tossed me in a robe that smelled faintly of goat, and sat me on a golden throne. An old advisor shoved a royal scepter into my hands and began rattling off urgent matters of state:
- Approve a trade deal.
- Sign a law about sheep grazing boundaries.
- Declare war on a neighboring country over a stolen soup recipe.
Naturally, I tried to stall by asking for snacks. The snacks arrived in the form of an elaborate twelve-course royal banquet… that accidentally got served to the foreign ambassador waiting in the war declaration room. He was so impressed by the “gesture of goodwill” that he called off the war entirely.
Boom. Peace treaty. Accidentally signed with my lunch napkin.
The Coup That Wasn’t
Unfortunately, the real king came back an hour later—muddy, grumpy, and holding a fishing rod. Apparently, he’d just been on vacation. A group of scheming nobles tried to arrest me for “usurping the throne,” but I tripped on the royal carpet and smashed the sacred crown into a hidden wall panel.
That panel revealed a stash of stolen gold the nobles had been hiding for decades. They were immediately arrested. The king thanked me, patted me on the head, and gently escorted me out of the palace.
Epilogue
As I left the city, the people still waved and cheered. One old woman handed me a jar of soup “for the King.” I didn’t have the heart to tell her I’d only been king for like, an hour.
Still… longest job I’ve ever had without getting fired.
Got a royal twist or a funnier way my one-hour reign could’ve gone? Send your comments or your own palace chaos tale our way—because every good kingdom needs a few more misfires.
The post Chapter 11: “The Time I Accidentally Became King (For Like, an Hour)” appeared first on The Misfire Comics.
]]>