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| Topic Started: Apr 7 2013, 06:17 PM (182 Views) | |
| Comrade Queen | Apr 7 2013, 06:17 PM Post #1 |
Comrade Bitchqueen
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Prince Dahar rolled his eyes as soon as he saw his father walk into the room behind him from the mirror with that look. They were going to have that discussion again. They always had that discussion when the God-Emperor had that expression. "Before you begin, father, I know what you're going to say," Dahar said in exasperation. "Because I've had to repeat myself numerous times," God-Emperor Hirak-Al Voramix said with that penetrating gaze of his that peered out from beneath that long, grey mane of hair. That hair had once been a vibrant black, but now decades of age had long caught up with him. Despite his thin, withering form, he was still as clear-minded and strong as ever, unlike Dahar's grandfather who had gone mad with old age. "The future of this magnificent empire rests on your shoulders. I will not live in this mortal body forever and with time I shall return to the side of the Nameless One. You will become Emperor then and you will need an Empress to help further our line." Dahar nodded reluctantly, in conflict with his emotions. Part of him didn't want to settle down and stop being the womanizing playboy that he had come to be known as, but the other part of him did feel an attraction to the Princess Maria Irene and he did naturally look forward to becoming Emperor. "Your younger brother, Nek'tan, has already taken his role as the Hu'fievren of Zolony," the God-Emperor continued. "It is time that you showed just as much responsibility." "I suppose you are right, father," Dahar replied with a sigh. "Still, with the fall of the Roman Empire, Princess Maria Irene has moved to Russia who you know is not exactly our best of friends." "The betrothal was arranged with the Roman Emperor himself," the God-Emperor reminded him. "Not even Russia would dare to go against his wishes, nor would they want to risk such an international incident, especially with all the wars they've involved themselves in simultaneously. They are a foolhardy nation, but not suicidal. And, after all, does the Princess not love you?" "Oh, father, she hangs on my every word when we're together," Dahar replied with a wide grin. "She's already planning out our wedding, even though I have not officially asked her yet." "Then the Russians cannot go against her wishes, otherwise it would be very easy to accuse them of holding her hostage if they did. Dahar, you must take this step to become the responsible Emperor you're to become." Dahar nodded. "Very well, father, I will send her a missive to meet with me and I there will make our engagement official." The God-Emperor smiled his thanks and left the room. |
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