The Broken Maiden Is Moving Up

Some say it was only just a footnote, on how to win, but following a maiden claiming, the monarch bridle came off, leaving a wild west cowboy situation where anything could be said without structured civil behavior, but Princess Irene within a second stepped in, defending her turf, showing dignity and strength.

Staring down, Lil Miss Lollipop putting on a show, the royal gritted her teeth, "Go to fuego K I am out of the money.”

Royally broke, after going to the jebologist place to discuss mental health matters concerning nearly marrying a commoner named Jeb, Princess Irene returned to the fast track, showing up tan and toned, impressing guest relations expert Lord Winsalot .

“Where have you been?” Princess Irene asked.

“Attending a winning mass production at the Cathedral Beach tourist spot,” Lord Winsalot answered claiming no political interference, “picked up some nice rays, comparable to Princess Irene’s bronze statue.”

“Lord,” Princess Irene started, “remember that Icky guy who stumbled right out of the gate?”

“Your magical warrior who ended up out of the money,” Lord Winsalot clarified, trying to place a face, “Fitz? Right?”

“Yeah, we would sit under the starlit sky, and he would show me,”

Lord Winsalot started to feel the heat, remembering a certain maiden special weight, “I know that scene, Princess Irene, had bread once, before a few shots of Rosies Pinot and did a winning radar loop.”

“Is this a confession about defending your partying turf? My dear Lord Winsalot?”

“Nah, Risadita this Spanish giggler, claiming she was still growing up you know, was a winner, believed in my land of hope and dreams, despite being out of the money.”

“What did you do?” Princess Irene inquired about the idealist turf issue, plaguing Lord Winsalot.

“Presented her with a floral arrangement,”

“Lord Winsalot,” Princess Irene gasped, “you gave her Sara’s rose?”

“I only showed her Sara’s rose, Princess Irene,” and Lord Winsalot took a second unleashing a ‘wudhooh’.

Suddenly, a maiden claimer entered the scene, “Misty Money, you are a winner,” Princess Irene acknowledged, “and now ready to move up the ladder according to my place’s regulating rules, honoring almas' law.”

“Alma’s law?” Misty Money addressed.

“No longer will you be loitering around the maiden ranks claiming, anything you want,”

“Just a moment please,” Misty Money pointed her finger, “I will show you,”

“Get an allowance,” Princess Irene smirked.

“Okay, I enjoyed the fast track,” Misty Money dug her heels in, “but let me warn you, my grandma’s got a gun, and she is out of the money.”

Applauding, Misty Money’s disappearing act, Princess Irene nudged Lord Winsalot, “we should go see my father, Sigmund, King Freud, he is a winner, knows how to do claiming, especially on a fast track.”

Agreeing, the two entered the palace, “Daddy, I’m home,” Princess Irene called out as King Freud placed the telephone receiver down, “wait a second fabel man, why don’t you stop by tomorrow and show me your big blue marble theory synopsis.”

“Just be honest,” Lord Winsalot whispered, a reminder, “about who was out of the money.” “But grandmas got a gun.” Princess Irene quipped.

Hearing the case, King Freud understood that Misty Money broke her maiden, and concluded it was a special affair, which put grandma out of the money. When the kitty's pretty image encouraged her husband to show up and perform turf issue tending duties, by claiming harvesting winning peony plants, the whole story made sense.

“I doubt it was revenge,” King Freud surmised.

“Shakrevenge,” Princess Irene acknowledged, in a second, dispelling any stereotypical misconceptions.

Accepting the paternal judge’s ruling, Princess Irene headed outside, and saw the winning Admiral wave, “such a nice Navy man,” she noted.

“Princess Irene,” Lord Winsalot interrupted the observation, “Grandma does have a gun right and a proper place to put it.”

“Why doesn’t she just hire Fenwick Jack to show his piece, then dump the body in Bryce Canyon claiming an out of the money demise. It is the fast-track lifestyle.”

Taken back by Princess Lida’s verbal stance Lord Winsalot grabbed her shoulders, “little moral one, on the fast track, Moralito shall I say, one maybe out of the money but a good show could make them what critics describe as Fertovic,”

“A winner, "Princess Irene clarified, “King Freud my winning Zhu daddy explained when something like this happens, breaking a maiden, tell them leave our place and change your name. As for Misty Money she no longer is a maiden claimer and now enjoys the fast track, so grandma can take her gun and get a job.”

“You know you are going to be a wonderful Queen, Princess Irene,” Lord Winsalot noted.

“I know,” Princess Irene agreed.