Of His Majesty Turn’d to Green by a Grandmaternal Charm

Know ye, good readers, of a most curious and merry mishap that hath befallen His Majesty, Alak Averruncus‑Maeviir, who of late hath appear’d in a hue most verdant—aye, green as the tender leaf in springtide.

Much whispering did stir within the court—of poisons, strange magicks, or ill-cook’d suppers—but the truth, as oft it doth, prov’d far more… familial.

For it is said (and said with cautious mirth) that the King’s granddam, a lady of the fae and ancient temper, did take grievous offense that her royal grandson had not paid her due visits, nor sent word as oft as courtesy—or wisdom—might demand.

Thus, in a moment of pique most sprightly, she did lay upon him a light enchantment, not to harm, but to chasten: that he be green for a span of days, and thereby remember both kinship and duty.

The court assureth all that His Majesty remaineth in good health, albeit of uncommon complexion, and that steps have already been taken to amend matters—chiefly involving a visit long overdue.

— Let this stand as a gentle warning unto all: neglect not thy elders, lest thou too take on a greener aspect than intended.