Total, absolute control. Nothing so futile could make the king of the Tashran kingdom tremble. The emissary couldn't turn a deaf ear to the menace, she hurried to purse her lips.
To put at risk a multi-centennial alliance was in no way an obstacle when it came to putting someone back in his place.
'To have her shut her mouth.' Arthur thought, the muscles of his jaw marking the strength he put gritting his teeth. He was serious and afraid to look weak as a ruler.
Scorn was observing the electrical atmosphere with a keen eye. He loved Arthur's capriciousness and more, his fast-heating temperament. Surprises always came accompanied and it was what made his days more enjoyable than the previous millennia.
'I can propose her to inaugurate Last Pillar if she doesn't get what seat she's occupying.' The boy clicked his tongue. It was too extreme to say aloud, yet he needed to keep Yemoja at bay.
