Writings at Random

Inflated

A proud smile played on his lips as he watched the crowd weave in and out of the market place. 

"If only they knew who was among them Chester." He said. "For if they did I could have them all bowing, clearing the streets in my name."

Chester only grunted in response continuing to sip his coffee. He found no need to entertain the young fool. 

"And I am sure all I would have to do is reach out my hand, just like this." He demonstrated. "And numerous woman would be fighting to take it."

He laughed at the thought. 

"Young master, you are mistaken. For at the sight your inflated head surely they will run in terror." Chester commented picking up a newspaper from the table. 

He only waved away Chesters words and scoffed, with another cheeky grin. What a silly old man, he thought, doesn't a man have a right to take pride in his name?

"Have you had enough coffee old Chester?" He asked standing up. "I think it's time I take a royal exit."

At this Chester stood up slightly begrudgingly, folding to paper under his arm. 

"Would you like me to announce your presence?"

"As a matter of fact, I would."