A great tragedy has fallen the frog dukedom, Duke loud croak has died, a great sickness, had fallen upon him, and it has finally taken him during the night

A great choir of sad ribbing was heard across the land of the amphibians, preparations for his funeral were made very quickly and now the Duke widowed husband stands before his people, his lowest set of hands grasps together, his upper are behind his back
“ my people I feel your sadness, we have not lost merely a ruler, but someone very dear, have too many hearts in this land”, his upper set of hands raised above his head as his voice goes from sympathetic to filled with righteous determination
“ I stand before you now not only to give my condolences as your Duke’s husband, but you say that as you’re new main ruler, I will bring you my people great prosperity”, the crowd of frogs cheer and Bellow and excitement
The applause continues until Gregor makes a quiet gesture with his lowest set of hands , he begins to speak when the noise turns to hush murmuring,” I am here to make my first announcement, I have already chosen a new, compare me and to be by my side, come for my little funny man”, he Beckins someone in the crowd with all of his hands
Hop fog, the Royal jester queso deep breath before doing as he was instructed, he dressed more fancy than usual. The bells on his hat are made of the finest gold, he feels a little bit itchy with how fancy the fabric he wears is, he tries to focus only on Gregor about how beautiful he looks in the ceremonial funeral attire of the spider folk, how it’s accented by little editions from other tribes of people, like the serpent clamps keeping the straps of his attire together, or the symbols of the frog people in blaze, and on the straps of fabric covering his extra eyes
He shocked from his admiration of Gregor by the man himself , it seems he’s been queued to say some words
“Hmm.. I promise T-to keep bringing laughter to people like I have when I was merely a simple court jester”, he smiles, sheepishly, and covers his hearing holes when the audience starts up another cacophony of joyous noise, he climbed over to Gregor to see the Camerer smiling down at him, hops, heart skips a beat at the love in the more powerful beings visible eyes, he sure he’d pass out on the spot of if all of those eyes were looking down at him with such adoration
he looks away to try and hide his growing blush, he looks over to his daily departed, previous Duke, the very obvious bite marks scared across the frog’s body. We’re explained away as love bites, but hot fog couldn’t shake this feeling that the Dukes declining health had something to do with those bites
Before he could start connecting any more thoughts, he’s grabbed up into Gregor‘s arms, and his mind is occupied completely by the sloppy sickly sweet tasting kiss he’s being pulled into
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Gregor is lounging into his web, the funny little frog he has taken as his new husband is fast asleep in a comfy part of his fly trap, his head is in his upper set of hands. His lowest set is cocooning a tasty little thieving morsel of a whack that have been scaring around the castle for sometime now
The little vermin’s struggles had ceased the moment its eyes met his, he finished up the cocoon with a cute little bow of webbing tied around the thief neck, he hoists the thief up a string of silk, and let him dangle with his leftovers
Both sets of eyes turned to his funny frog. He enters closer to hop, wraps, both sets of arms around him and settle down for a nice little rest
The end