Coup d'état

The garrapata issue seems to be subsiding, though a few continue to linger and fester under my chin. It is quite repulsive and an unfortunate byproduct of this tropical climate. This morning, I am eagerly awaiting my bath to be drawn, and until then I can expound on how I arrived at my current situation.

The details of how I came into exile are sketchy. My previous estate of Miamishire where I resided for several years was comfortably cool and orderly. I entertained a great deal, and my court was very attentive. Oddly enough, the jester lived in close proximity to my sleeping chambers. In hindsight I had good cause to be suspicious of him, but his humour was endearing so I tolerated him.

Then one day, in what appeared to be the onset of a coup d'état, the jester and a visiting maiden abruptly stuffed me into a crate and threw me into a loud and dark chamber. I awoke from my confinement several hours later and found I had been whisked off to some far-off exotic land. The first thing I noticed (aside from the incessant chatter of the jester and maiden) was the heat and dust, and I was concerned that the conditions of my future prison would be insufferable. However, to my surpise, after traveling for what seemed like days down horribly primitive roads, we were greeted by the majordomo of an impressive palace. Immediately upon arrival, I knew this was my new residence. I was escorted instantly to my throne upon which I sat myself most awkwardly (see photo). Evidently my new rule in exile would have its challenges.