Lion Head Mesa Wishing You the Best in the Worst Way

Thank you for this thread, it was so much fun <3

Machiavelli dipped low, his brow nearly brushing the icy floor as he lingered in a bow. My apologies, Highness, I just assumed the subject might be one you were familiar with, the dog replied softly, his body straightening with practiced elegance, every movement as poised and regal as ever the Prophet had been as he began his retreat toward the exit.

I assure you, it rises only from the unschooled mind of a common mutt. I mean nothing by it. Truly. He paused as he reached the River-Prince's side, eyes fixed upon the exit although his head tilted ever so slightly. After all, those who dare to challenge the will of a king—even the most beloved, the most loyal—rarely fare well, do they?

The faintest tut escaped his lips, a soft, disapproving click of his tongue as he shook his head, his figure dissolved into the shadows beyond the chamber's exit.