#ｙｏ， ｈａｇ！(Kougyoku)

[blackmagi]

@whorunthewcrld​

A day early? Really?  

The desert wind felt like a feverish hand against his face only deepening his sour mood. The veiled priests had become increasingly annoying, probably after the failure of their little scheme in Qishan and the conquest of Amon by an unknown party. 

The sun’s midday radiance compelled him to stay indoors in that heavily fragrant room crowning one of the towers of the Balbadd palace. The sultry weather, the unpleasant heat, the blinding sands and the crowded streets.

Judar had been chewing on a dry apple. Nasty, it tasted like the dunes outside the city. And so, he threw it away through the window and slid out of the cushions when he heard the voices echoing down the corridor.  

Yeah, right, at least they had sent his favourite entertainment together with him. Or actually, it was the other way round. 

There she was, the Eighth Imperial Princess, clumsy but dignified in her diplomatic mission.

“Yo,” the hand rose to his side and then heavily fell on her petite shoulder.

“I’m bored already.” And then those eyes widened with an idea before falling to a mischievous smile. This would be fun. 

“Hey, do you know anything about your future husband?”