The King

“I am going to take away your kingdom.” Bellowed the fair man.
The king with an incredulous expression on his face asked, “Where?”
“Away from you.” Replied the unfrazzled fair man.
The king smiled and said, “Okay.”
The fair man ranted, raved, plundered, prodded, mastered the territory.
The last and only place that he didn’t have the name on was the throne where the king still lazed.“Get up. You’ve lost. The throne belongs to me.” Bellowed the fair man.
The king turned around and asked him, “Can I finish my wine?”
“The wine that you sip now belongs to me. Give here.” The fair man snatched the wine from the king and gulped it down in one go.
The king reclined back into his throne, “Selfish I say. Atleast he could have left the poison for me.”