[prompt] thursday » absolute power.

[errantknights]

Would you, I am asked, accept absolute power.

In recent years I told a man - brother and enemy, who survives me now as prince consort to a queen he raised, and I don't think I'll even begin to discuss that - that I am the lion, and thus, to me goes the lion's share. I'm sure I could provide you with a dozen references, easily, who would cynically

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[grasstainedfeet]

Aphrael would hear, wouldn't she. And possibly show up where he is, one way or another, stand beside him and reach her hands up so she could give him a proper hug and kiss his cheek.

[errantknights]

There he is, in front of his impossibly out of place nexus acquisition (a computer). Martel reacts mostly without having to think about it, pushing his chair back from the desk and lifting her up onto his knee.

"Hello, there."

[grasstainedfeet]

Thereby mostly disproving his own statement about not bending his knee to gods. She wraps up her arms around him and kisses his cheek.

"Hello, Martel." Small smile. "You have grown wiser, when this is what you think when you don't know who, if anybody, would be watching."

[errantknights]

Note how he very specifically said nothing about goddesses. That was deliberate.

He laughs; humourless, quiet and a little bit rough. "I'm tired of politics, my goddess, and even more weary of politicians."