Spare me and use me as thy spanniel I pray thee.

My marriage to Sir Urience was divine; I enjoyed him very much. He gave me everything during this year: everything to keep me from falling asleep that is...horror, medicine, poetry, projectiles,westerns, yeah, even that! Those memorable times will keep me happy even in moments of deep sorrow. Anyway... Sir Urience shalt be sacrificed before our official welcome to our new sacred king!!!

These last month was exceptionably difficult for him as he had to join us in rehearsals for the Great Execution which will take place before the Sacred King Festivities at the tournament. His anxiety made usually the best of him: eyeballs protruding in strain, tongue gently lolling expectantly, a rising lump in the stomach, an escape of yellow bilis from lower appendages and pleading silently for any other to take his place in the final ceremony. As sure as rain the event shalt go as planned.
He will go and take his seat among his ancestors during our very intense festivity.