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"hm, now there's a hope, if she don't have me banished 'fore that." a joke made mid-yawn, concealed by a paw, but it truly was an issue he hadn't had private word with the prince. he'd need plan for being host to another royal; this one invited.

gucci had laid down onto his pelt, his limbs folded alike a feline, blinking slow the same way ( combined with his increasing girth, he made for quite a fat loaf ).

"pharaoh." the vizier began, warm. "that child's like she paw-picked each good trait o' her lineage. when th' sun tha's you sets - n that won't fer a long, long while - she'll shine jest 's bright."

"ah know, late queen, would've been proud tah 'ave given 'er tah this kingdom."