The lady knight’s head has been stuck in the chamber pot all morning, and Prince Jon has been enjoying the sight of it more than he should.
“Go away,” Sam groans, spilling the rest of her curses into the pot with last night’s feast.
“I would, if you haven’t given all of our gold coins to your bitch—”
“She has a name!”
Sam looks baffled for a moment, then whimpers and sticks her head back into the pot. “I hate you.”
“Is that her hooker name?”
Gag. Groan. Gag.
They never did get their gold coins back.
*Inspired by the prompt naked with black socks from The Daily Post.