full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Apparently Wessex was going to be a hard case about this. ”Sometimes you gotta give the people what they want. And hey, I don’t make the rules, but if you don’t look the part it’s just going to be that much harder to convince someone to accept you authority.” Given his disreputable past, the potter knew both that appearances were everything and that they could be deceiving. Amun just grinned at her display with the knives. ”I know how to stick the pointy end in things too.” Winking to make sure that she knew he wasn’t cowed by her ability to castrate his non-working dick and so that there was no doubt what he was talking about, his grin turned into a smirk at her questions. ”Alright, tell you what Princess. I’ll be your lackey. I can announce you when you walk into rooms and everything. It’ll be great.” He mimicked a trumpet, and wicked mischief glinted in his eyes. Plus, it would be good for her public image. And he didn't mind the idea of getting in good with the queen.
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