*DISCLAIMER: This is not a real myth. It's one that me and my sister made up!
This is a short story. It will have only a few individual chapters, because I can't blast you with over 6,545 characters (I'm not done writing it)!
Anyway, enough chatting. I present to you...
QUEEN IRIS AND THE BLANKETS!!
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Once in Ancient Greece, there was a kingdom not too far from Thebes. The land was ruled by a very greedy Queen named Iris, after the greek goddes of rainbows. Her king was very nice and kind.
Though she was goregous, Queen Iris was very cruel. She wouldn't help her people when they were in need. She wouldn't listen to anyone. She was very self-absorbed.
On a rarely cold night, Iris shivered while eating her dinner. She called for her servants to feed the fire.
They obeyed, but the queen was still very cold, so she decided to go to bed early. "Husband, I am going to bed. Just make sure the maids do their jobs."
And with that, Iris watlzed into her lavish bedroom.
Shaking from the cold, she collapsed into her plush bed, sighing dramitacally. Iris grabbed at her quilts and piled all of them on top of herself. When Her Majesty's husband walked in, he groaned. "She never shares anything with me. It's so freezing, and I won't have any covers," he grumbled under his breath. The king laid down, praying that his wife would give him some of her blankets.
No such luck.
He made a grab for the quilt.
Iris snatched it away.
The king shook her awake, harshly saying that he was freezing and he needed some warmth from the blanket.
Iris growled at him, called him a few choice names, and went back to sleep.
Her husband sighed heavily and laid back down, shivering. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He stomped down to the castle's closet and yanked some quilts out. He had done it! He would be warm, at last!
Nope.
The king tripped over the long cover, and yelped, which woke up the queen.
I won't get into details.
Let's just say, the king was kicked to the ground, punched and still freezing his royal back end off.
When the sun rose, the king was outta there. He packed a huge basket with bread, apples and oranges, chocolate, buttermilk biscuits, assorted gormet jams, and eggs.
His Highness put on his clothes and high-tailed it out of the vast castle.
Then Iris woke up. She looked at the ground where her husband had been sleeping last night.
She cursed when she saw that he wasn't there.
"Hmmph," she scoffed snobbily. "I didn't need him anyway. He's just a stubborn toddler. I will have to track him down, though, before these crazy civilians come to the conclusion that I did away with him. Which I was close to doing," she added. Then she set off.
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