some days feel like a blizzard

my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,

for it is infinite.

And what were you going to say that would’ve avoided a fight, Princess? Not sure your usual intimidation would've worked in there. And the charm offensive was at least worth a shot. As the bottle bounced off the bartender’s head, the glass covered in blood, Amun lifted the stool on the other side of him and chucked it at the injured man. The potter didn't fight often, but when he did he fought dirty.

As the sound of groans filled the air behind them, Amun glanced over his shoulder, peering at Wessex. Seeing their opponents temporarily incapacitated and the door wide open, he grinned. Aw. But we were just getting to the fun part, Princess. Still, he dashed out the exit quickly enough.

Then he turned. Spotting one of the attackers who was recovering more quickly from whatever it was that Wessex had done, Amun took aim, then chucked the bottle at the assailant. After that, he continued beating a hasty retreat. I guess I can add Whitebrim to the list of places that tried to kill me.

by being moved I exert my empire,

making the dreams of night real

AMUN