via A. Lynn at Nerdy Feminist
I have to make this short, because I'm due back at the court soon. But I just had to write this down. (All true, by the way. It's too crazy to make up.)
So this incredibly handsome guy came to King Arthur's court today, and he had this gorgeous mantle with him. Seriously. The prettiest thing I've ever seen. All of the ladies of the court, myself included, were dying to get our hands on it. But we had to try it on to see who it would fit.
The queen, being the queen, went first. This is where it gets weird. No joke, it didn't fit! Poor thing turned bright red the second she realized, but this is where it gets even weirder. Another lady tried it on, and it didn't fit her either! That's when the truth came out. This gorgeous mantle, the one every one wanted at first, was actually a test. It would fit you (or not) based on faithful you'd been to your love.
Boy, the queen was mad...but get this. Now she's making all of us try it on! I mean, really, Your Majesty, I get that you're bitter, but geez. Not our fault you've been fooling around behind the King's back. Now I've gotta try this thing on. Yeah, me. And we all know how that's gonna go. My knight's gonna flip when it's my turn.
They're calling my name now! What am I gonna do? Ugh...this sucks.
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