A Royal Audience
Marching forth from the dark expanse, I scaled the towering cliffs of the dining table! Before me lay a great wooden citadel laden with round, speckled giants. I approached with blade held high, demanding their allegiance. An enormous red apple merely gleamed beneath the chandelier, silent yet respectful. Seeing no treachery in their hearts, I lowered my sword and accepted their quiet homage. I have secured the high bowl for our realm!