Cent et Un Mots par Jour

In the large room, dimly lit by the fireplace and multiple candelabra, the guests were festing noisily. Rows of plates lay on the tables, filled with various seasoned meat, or boiled vegetables. The King, sitting at the table at the back of the room, clapped his hands and effectively silenced his assembly. He called loudly. In an instant, the black doors of the room opened and a little guy entered. His colorful clothes formed a bright patch against the darkness of the room. He shook his head, and his hat, adorned with bells, made a jingling sound in the otherwise silent room. He walked to the King and knelt respectfully.

Claire Annovazzi