“Oh hell”, whined Sophia. “I can’t listen to this anymore. Why do you have to treat me like this?”

“Who needs you anyway?” snarled Constantine. “You and your whining make me sick.”

They talk like this a long time, walking down the street.

A homeless man approaches them and gives them some advice. “A man’s crown is his family, and his woman is his queen. And a queen has a station of her own…..”

Sophia smirks and whispers to Constantine, “what station would you say he has? He’s not funny enough to be a jester”.

Constantine moves menacingly towards the homeless man, and says sarcastically, “why don’t you tell us a joke?”

The jester falters and stumbles, scratching his chin on sidewalk.

The king laughs and steps over him, and helps the queen to do the same.

“My lady”, he smiles warmly at her.

“My lord”, she nods.

They walk together into the sunset, holding hands.