Take Number 300
Book 2 Bonus Blooper
“What are you waiting for?” Admiral Roapes called out to the guards as he came to his senses. “We're in the middle of a barren desert, she's powerless here, take her now!”
The guards had barely moved when Queen Forsythia's cloak came to life. Long strands of roses and thorns whipped out in all directions, wrapping themselves around the guards and their weapons and pinning them to the concrete walls. It happened so quickly that Nicole barely had time to blink.
“I see that you do not intend to honor the old ways,” Queen Forsythia observed icily as she rested her gloved hands in a courtly fashion atop her staff.
Admiral Roapes ground his teeth in frustration. “Consider you next words carefully, Leonidas. They may be your last as King.”
The Queen tightened her grip. “You bring the crowns and heads of conquered kings to my city steps. You insult my queen. You threaten my people with slavery and death. Oh, I have chosen my words carefully Persian, perhaps you should have done the same.”
“CUT! What are you guys doing?” the director yelled.
“I'm sorry,” the Admiral laughed, pointing a finger. “She-she put me up to it.”
“I'm just trying to keep things light,” Queen Athel explained with a shrug.
“If you want to keep things light do it on your own set,” the director bellowed. “It costs me five grand every time you guys screw around like that.”
