The Game

Charles had just spayed the dragon of Vildaron, fought past his way to the magical lands of the west, beaten the evil lord Gath and had just saved the princess, her name was Diane, a beautiful woman in her early twenties who rebelled by dying her hair purple. They had just spent a week long journey and just gotten back to the castle when she nervously invited him inside for some tea. He accepted delightfully and sat down at the pre prepared table, as if he was expected… it had never happened before but after saving 12 princesses, with a record of 100% and no casualties or fake saves, spaying 22 dragons, a humane way to mild them down and keeping the population at a minimum and killing 2 dark overlords, he surely had a reputation by now. That is what he thought as he sat down for his last cup of tea at proper castle tea time.
It went down like this:
“Would you like some tea?” she had asked
“I would. Thank you.” He said in reply
“Careful. It’s hot.”
“I usually prefer iced tea.” He said because of his KNOWN deathly allergy to hot tea
“Mmm. I don’t have any.” She said indifferently taking a sip of hers
“Maybe I can put ice in this tea.”
“But that’s what I’m saying—I don’t have any cubes.” She said, her hand on his leg as he finally realized what she was.
“Sorry.” He said drawing out his sword as her head flew off as both head and body retook there original shape of Dark Lord Gath’s loyal lieutenant, Lieutenant Moriaster. He finally understood what had happened; he had only saved 11 princesses and as he barged pass a door he had saw that a “do not disturb” sign was put up as he wondered what the attendants were thinking, he then assembled a strike team to see if it was true, was she really dead. That is what they found when they returned to the cave. A set of dead bones, the princesses, Gath’s was being eaten by vultures, no longer beautiful as he had been in life. Upon seeing this, the whole party broke down and cried, evil had just broken the rules and nothing would be the same as suddenly he felt a tight pain in his chest and he dropped, and one of the leaders turned into the Dark Lord Gath, having deceived Charles and then slipped hot tea into his mouth as he slept nodded to his man, leaving Charles, the princess and the imposter for the vultures as the still beautiful and dashing Lord Gath set his sights on the world, knowing he was going to make a game with one rule, don't lose and if you do lose, just don't lose.