In the vast realm of Zolthar, a land of mythical beasts, enchanting forests, and towering castles, there lived a good king named Argyle the Benevolent. He was a ruler unlike any other—kind-hearted, wise, and blessed with a sense of humor that could make even the grumpiest gnome chuckle. King Argyle had a round face adorned with a thick, curly beard that seemed to have a life of its own. Legend had it that hidden within its depths lay a tiny kingdom of mischievous pixies who whispered jokes into his ears.
One bright morning, as rays of sunshine penetrated the stained glass windows of Castle Zephyrion, King Argyle sat upon his majestic throne, carved from the finest oak in the land. His trusted advisor, Sir Percival the Pompous, stood beside him, his nose raised high in the air as if sniffing for hints of trouble.
“Your Majesty,” Sir Percival declared, his voice dripping with pomposity, “I bring news from the far reaches of the kingdom. A fearsome dragon is terrorizing the village of Mirthbrook!”
The king’s eyes twinkled mischievously as he stroked his bearded chin. “Ah, a dragon? How delightful! Tell me, Percival, how many villagers has this fearsome beast devoured?”
Sir Percival paled at the thought. “Well, Your Majesty, none so far. But it breathes fire and scares away all the cows!”
The king erupted into laughter. “Oh, dear Percival, you do exaggerate! A dragon without an appetite? This must be a new breed indeed!”
The pompous advisor’s face reddened with indignation. “Your Majesty, I assure you it is no laughing matter! The villagers live in fear!”
King Argyle’s laughter subsided, and he rose from his throne, his eyes gleaming with resolve. “Fear not, my loyal subjects! I shall venture forth and face this ‘appetite-lacking’ dragon myself!”
The news spread like wildfire through the kingdom, and the people rejoiced, for they knew that their beloved king would bring mirth and laughter even to the most terrifying of situations.
Accompanied by a band of courageous knights, King Argyle set off on his noble steed, Sir Prance-a-Lot. They rode through villages, where they were greeted by cheering crowds who waved flags adorned with hilarious jokes. The knights wore armor adorned with jester hats and bells, for they believed laughter was the best protection against evil.
As they arrived at Mirthbrook, the once-vibrant village now lay shrouded in fear. The skies above were clouded with smoke, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. But King Argyle remained undeterred, his heart as light as a feather.
He approached the dragon’s lair, and there it stood—a magnificent creature with scales as dark as night and eyes that sparkled like emeralds. The dragon opened its mouth, ready to unleash a torrent of fire, but instead, a gentle puff escaped, tickling the king’s beard.
“Ah!” King Argyle exclaimed, batting away the smoke. “I see you’re more of a tickler than a terror, my scaly friend!”
The dragon cocked its head to the side and let out a deep rumble that sounded surprisingly like laughter. It spread its wings wide, revealing a rainbow of colors beneath its scales.
King Argyle extended a hand toward the dragon. “Come now, let us bring joy back to this village together!”
With that, the unlikely duo ventured into Mirthbrook, spreading laughter and cheer wherever they went. The villagers soon realized that the dragon’s fire could be used for more than destruction—it could roast marshmallows and warm their homes during winter.
News of their adventures reached far and wide, and people from all corners of the realm flocked to witness King Argyle and his dragon companion’s unique bond. Together, they went on grand quests, organizing laughter-filled festivals, and turning dungeons into dance floors.
And so, the tale of King Argyle the Benevolent and his tickle-loving dragon became the stuff of legend—reminding everyone that a good king knows how to lighten even the darkest of days with laughter.
Author: Opney. Illustrator: Stab. Publisher: Cyber.
