Lion Head Mesa thirty-fourth

when the message came, it caught him sunbathing in the courtyard of his villa, chatting idly with @Medusa, quiet @Midas chewing on a bone. he excused himself, made a joke about princes these days, advisors needing to wipe their behinds on command, then followed after the fellahin.

he hoped so strongly neither offspring guessed at the reason for this summon, same way he intuitively knew it.

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gucci was seated, expression severe. the opening statement made him bite his tongue. he wished to speak, but first waited for the priestess-queen to set the tone.

was she really servile to the whims of her second?