Hours later, Mithras lay in his bed with a napping Akamana, watching the conclusion of his Golden Revelation.
"No wonder, no wonder. This…is going to be a bit difficult," Mithras said with a wry smile, dispelling the Holy Sacrament, and turning towards Akamana. The Grand Priestess stirred immediately, rising with a long whimper and offering Mithras a morning kiss. He met her lips with his finger, pushing her mouth back a little.
"Cutie pie, why are you such a prick?"
"To keep you on your best behavior. The female specimen is a remarkable creation. You cannot give a woman peace, otherwise, she will give you problems." Mithras clapped back with an innocent look, blinking as Mana's brows furrowed at his words.
"Sounds like something a Hadu boy would say. You're indeed the Prince Who Was Promised." Akamana sent a veiled jab, rolling into her cushion and raising her butt Mithras' way.
