full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Queens were supposed to have elaborate dresses and hangers-on. Wessex didn’t have either, so she’d have to forgive Amun for his ignorance. ”Not nearly fancy enough, Princess. Where are your jewels, your silks, your crown, the simpering ladies-in-waiting?” Clicking his tongue, the potter shook his head. And yes, he was still calling her Princess. He’d never let a little thing like reality get in the way of a good nickname. Still, she could do with a makeover, he decided. No one was going to believe her unless she dressed the part.
As she handed him a knife, he smirked at her and pointedly did not take it. ”I’m a lover, not a fighter.” Gathering up imaginary skirts, he curtsied, a surprisingly graceful motion. He grew up on boats and among vagabonds, so he picked up all sorts of useful and interesting skills. Still, he’d already given her part of his answer, but he figured a more elaborate one would be useful. ”Now don’t get me wrong, Princess, you’ve got the attitude and the posture down. But you’re not sparkly enough. And I don’t mean jewels and gowns. That wouldn’t suit you. I mean you’ve got no symbol of your authority. Even kings wear crowns, yeah?” After all, Amun could look as regal as the best of them, but no one would believe a man in nothing but shorts was a king anymore than he had been inclined to believe this woman in entirely serviceable clothes was a queen.
As she handed him a knife, he smirked at her and pointedly did not take it. ”I’m a lover, not a fighter.” Gathering up imaginary skirts, he curtsied, a surprisingly graceful motion. He grew up on boats and among vagabonds, so he picked up all sorts of useful and interesting skills. Still, he’d already given her part of his answer, but he figured a more elaborate one would be useful. ”Now don’t get me wrong, Princess, you’ve got the attitude and the posture down. But you’re not sparkly enough. And I don’t mean jewels and gowns. That wouldn’t suit you. I mean you’ve got no symbol of your authority. Even kings wear crowns, yeah?” After all, Amun could look as regal as the best of them, but no one would believe a man in nothing but shorts was a king anymore than he had been inclined to believe this woman in entirely serviceable clothes was a queen.
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