Rosewater Oasis Ώρα μηδέν

King? Queen? Ha! his laugh echoes. You are gravely mistaken, Macedonian. There have not been kings of Rome for centuries, let alone queens, condescension, smugness; If anything, I will take the title of dictator. Imperator. Princeps Senatus. You would be lucky to claim the title of paelex in the eyes of Iuppiter. his tail snakes up to flag high above his haunches. You are even more lucky I'd offer you a chance at being a co-conspirator, out of the goodness of my heart. But is that not what women have sought for eons? Equality?
He eases down into a sit, shoulder deep now in freshwater. His eyes, burning. I grant you the opportunity of freedom from the reigns of whatever sorry life your Macedonian king had you living. You are widowed. You have free choice of whatever man you see fit. You could even marry for love, if you wished. an impish, curling grin that stretches to push his cheeks upward. His tone is dark and thunderous; traitorous in regard to his expression. I see your ambitions and why you are eager to settle here. You have an opportunity to rule alongside me in a new world. But you will never be above me. Do I make that clear?