King Stanley was a righteous and noble king, everyone knew it, he was sure. He swirled his goblet of wine and lipped his lips tasting the smell of chicken. His earlier errant thought of righteousness and nobleness now replaced with a seething appetite.

  Before him was a masterpiece, potatoes, carrots, roasted chicken, oranges, Pineapple, and grapes. It was his usual dinner, and he savored it each day. He glanced at his taster who gave him a nod, and King Stanley picked up his fork and dug in.

  Everything was skewered and couldn’t escape the wrath of his fork.

  More, more.

  Stanley paused, that hadn’t been him.

  “Who spoke?”

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  His servants looked to one another, and his advisor stepped forward. “No one m’ Lord.”

  “Carry on,” he ordered.

  The advisor's cloak rustled as he faded into the background.

  More consume, eat

  The king was careful not to jump in the presence of servants. Curiously he followed the instructions, but paid rapt attention to the eerie whisper that spoke to his mind.

  More more,

  This time he caught it. It was his fork. He dropped it in shock, or he would’ve but his hand trembled around the fork, he could not let go.

  King Stanley needed that hand. “What do you want?” King Stanly whispered in his mind.

  Eat.