Moonlight Dwelling

Darken Rahl stood there wondering what he should have for dinner. He turned to a Mord Sith standing behind him and asked, "What should I have for dinner tonight?"

"My lord I wouldn't know what someone as great as you could eat."

"Stupid woman I just want to know if I should have chicken or fish. I can't make up my mind. I'm not asking you to cook it."

"Of course not my lord. I'd go with the chicken since fish can smell bad. You don't want someone put off by a funky odor."

Darken Rahl glared at the Mord Sith. She cowered in fear and tugged at her braid. The one thing they all feared was the most powerful Darken Rahl. She regretted speaking but when he spoke you were just compelled to reply.

"Guards take her to the dungeon."

Darken Rahl walked to the kitchen to let the cook know that he wanted to dine on Mord Sith that evening. He was just waiting for the right Mord Sith to come along. 

"Cook do you have pepper?"

"Yes my lord."

By Barbara Desmond