The Chron morphs!
The king spooned more of the mango papaya chutney onto his fried squirrel and tucked in. Art watched in horror. The coat of arms of his house was a flying squirrel, and this act of the king’s somehow struck him as an omen, though he was not sure exactly how. Could this lead to a civil war? Would the king’s son, Mikk, end up having a war with his own son, Tedd? Art groaned inwardly.
When he got out of the audience he ordered some steel-reinforced lace collars and weapons-handling classes for all his children.
. . . stay tuned.