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[aurivore]

“...”

“Fuhahahahah! Splendid, child! You have done a most excellent job capturing my radiant likeness!

Should the urge strike you once again, I may allow you to use my visage as an inspirational model for all your future creative endeavors!”

[aurivore]

Yuuki would bring a present wrapped in the most gaudy—Excuse me, the most glorious wrapping that one could for His Majesty. Inside it being his favorite vintage of Wine. She had been saving it for this special occasion. "Happy Birthday Your Majesty! Let me know if there is anything extra I can do on this most special of Occasions!"

————— “Bring it forward, and I shall appraise its worth.” For all that he applauds of decoration, the King extols it not to excess nor profligacy in surplus, an arbiter subsequently more concerned with its contents that the container which caged it. Such precision, however, was wise of his contractor to undertake. Let no detail be spared, no nook nor cranny unchecked, hither and yon made utmost intimate to the senses; such is merely the due diligence owed unto His Majesty, a mindfulness that is best kept retained at all moments when in his eternal presence. Gilgameš makes quick work of the wrapping, a dexterity so keen that the glorious exterior is left perfectly intact after its operation. Divesting a bottle of vino he’d had past noted was ‘the most drinkable swill redeeming the modern age’ (and sagacious of Yuuki to procure), the King leaves nary a nod toward a lapis-encrusted chalice which gleamed atop his refectory table’s crema marfil surface. She ought to have well-known her place and duties by now — any verbalization would be redundant. The golden existence of the King of Heroes speaks for itself. Its very sound awes the ears and shakes the heart; none, be it the most base of men or supreme of Gods, are absolved from its authority. So when Gilgameš manifests a finely carved seat of lacquered cedar-wood beneath the foot of his throne, accompanied by a look in his eyes nearly akin to the faintest vestiges of approval, the implications should be so obvious that even Yuuki could comprehend it.