Sir Roger, a young knight, is given his first quest

Sir Roger kneeled on the plush, perfectly maintained red carpet of the royal throne room.

His heart was pounding in his chest. Only a week ago he had still been a humble squire, polishing the boots of his social betters, but now that had all, finally changed!

Thanks to his heroic actions, namely keeping quiet about the less-than-flattering misdeeds and scandals of several important and influential nobles, he had finally been given his knighthood, and now he was even being granted an audience with the queen!

"Um... you can rise now, sir... uh... Roger?" The queen stammered.

She was a rather tall woman, in her mid-30s, with long, flowing blonde hair. She wore the finest (well, most expensive) clothes and jewelry that money could, and did, buy, and, Sir Roger had to admit, certainly gave her a regal quality.

Of course, how much of that was due to the outfit, and how much was her own natural poise was the topic of many hushed debates within the royal court. Luckily, very little of that kind of talk ever found its way to the Queen's own ears, thanks in part to the actions of Sir Roger and the many other eager social climbers like him who quickly discovered their silence could make for very profitable dealings with the nobility.

"Thank you, your majesty!" Sir Roger nervously quipped as he lept to his feet. "And what would her grace have me do to assist her today?"

"Um... well..." the Queen figited, her gloved hands covering her increasingly rosey cheeks as she squirmed in place like a scolded child. "I... I have a special task for you..."

Sir Roger grinned. "You have but to name it and it shall be done!"

The Queen let out a sigh and smiled.

There was no way Sir Roger would fail her, like all the others had...