The Feast

The atmosphere in the throne room was chilling. The echoing giggles seeped through the walls like a wind whispering words of malice.

"You want to return?" Emperor Happy leaned back against his throne. "You've already abandoned us once. You're not a very popular person around here."

"I know, but all I ask is for a second chance," Galahad said. "You might know, but I've been in the slave business for a while. I was born to be a pirate."

"Of course I know," Emperor Happy said. "You were one of the captains of my fleet, yet you betrayed me, and I don't know if I can trust you again."

"That's alright," Galahad said. "All I wish is to be part of your fleet again. I don't have to be a captain; I just want to serve you faithfully."

"You're ready to abandon a well-respected captain position?" Emperor Happy narrowed his eyes. "I know you, Galahad. What are you planning?"