full moon rising on the waters of my soul
When Wessex mentioned the sickly little king, Amun gave her an easy smile. Oh sure the potter could hear the edge in the queen’s voice, but he was going to ignore it, as he ignored pretty much everything that was dumb or not fun, which was, well, most things. He'd had a lot of practice at it by now, especially in Caido. ”So what, the woman does all the work and the man gets all the glory? Fuck that partiarchal bulllshit. You should be worshipped and adored by your subjects, Princess, and the invalid should either step down or step up.” He was honestly a little bothered by how easily she agreed to such an unfair division of leadership: seemed to Amun that the one here doing everything, Wessex, should be the one who got credit and admiration for it. As she smacked him (lightly) on the head, however, he grinned, though wisely said nothing. Maybe there was hope for her yet.
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