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The day the King outlawed every number, except the number 7.
It was the seventh day of the seventh month when King Malcolmus was crowned.
In relation to his grandfather, King Bondi III, he was the seventh son of the seventh son.
The plagues had been devastating and Malcolmus had excellent personal hygeine. The same could not be said for his aunts and uncles, his father, his sisters, brothers and cousins.
Malcolmus was neither cruel nor evil. In fact, he was a well-liked, kind, an easy going fellow . He never got above himself, given that the likelihood of him becoming monarch was remote.
Yet here he was, taking the podium at his coronation.
“I crown you, King Malcolmus IV”
“My people. I am honoured to become your King. I will serve you with all the kindness and dignity I am capable. You know that I am a man of my word.
Here, on the seventh day of the seventh month, the seventh son of the seventh son has come to serve his people and fate points at the number seven as auspicious for our people.
And thus, on this day, I make only one demand of you all. That is, from this day forward, no number in the kingdom will exist, other than the number seven.
