. “Guard!â€? His voice yelled weakly. One of the two looked at each other, and in an instant they chose which would go. The one on the left turned and walked in, back straight and hand on his sword. He stood to attention. “Sire?â€? His voice seemed uncaring. Ace eyed him warily. “Give me my chamber pot. Do you wish to see your beloved King piss himself? If so I would have you strung up for lashes.â€? Laughter erupted from Ace’s chest, and along with it another defiant death cough. The guard quickly moved to the pot, and grabbed it steadily. Ace had moved aside his covers, and the guard placed it between his legs. Such a graceful duty, Ace thought to himself as he relieved himself. He eyed the guard, who stared out of the window, listening to his King take a piss. As soon he was finished, the Guard removed the pot and carried it to a side door of the chamber. He knocked twice, and let the pot down. Ace covered himself back up, and returned to gazing out of the window.