#wariixa

“Hoh...” A rough and barbaric greeting. Such a gesture shouldn’t be permissible. Thank the Gods that the Pharaoh was in a pleasant mood. Instead of telling her to bite her hands and curse herself for lacking manners, he instead welcomed another rap to come and make idle attempts to scratch his armor. “KUHAHAHAHA!” Ramesses howled. “Your strength cannot be questioned, yet it is not enough to even land a dent. Does it not disturb you?”

     What she had wanted was to be a maiden. Since there was nothing hindering this, that goal would continue. Chuckling softly, he allowed her to take his hand in hers, the King of --- no, the ‘Maiden of the Plains’ steadfast in her decision to continue on with the festivities as if nothing had ever interrupted it in the first place. Returning her hold with a tighter grip, he gave a small nod. ❝I admit that I do not know much about how things for a place like this goes other than what I bore witness to the last time, but whatever it is you wish to do, I will do it with you.❞ Even if it meant acting like the common rabble for a night and doing things he would scoff at, then so be it. After all, Ozymandias was not one to go back on his word. ❝Hmm...this softer look suits you considerably, Altera. You truly do look like a maiden.❞

Turns to look at her curiously. “Yes?”

 “Even if she had married you, Kriemhild is my one and only wife. Nothing, not even the Throne of Heroes, or the Sword of Mars will change that fact. You may have been her companion after my death, but our love will never be a farse, Scourge of God.”

The fae can be kind, but also merciless and deceptive.

Cutie spotted. Moving in.

“Yes, a young woman, usually unmarried. Do you plan to attend the gala as well?”