#943355 added October 13, 2018 at 4:30pm Restrictions: None
Crowned
Crowned
One by one they turned to look at Quentin. He stood there in shock as the Kinkan started yelling and shouting in glee, throwing kumquats at him. Quentin ducked and would've run but the way was blocked by the pawnshop keeper holding his old tiara. The Kinkan circled raising voices. Long live The King! And crowned him. The festival went on for three days until nary a jar of kumquat jam was left. Then they gave him the keys to the palace.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.18 seconds at 10:36am on Feb 10, 2025 via server WEBX1.