Sweet Prince

"You're... what?" 

Tycondrius's jaw hung loosely as he stared at Suka. The girl defiantly returned his gaze... though the effect was largely muted, as she was bound like a barrel strapped to a supply cart. 

...Her eyes were... deadly serious. 

Nervously, he glanced around at his Letalis companions... 

She was supposed to be his consort? He would have no such thing-- he was decades older than the hatchling. Coupling with her would certainly be a crime! --or it should be, anyroad. 

Boxtholomaeus shook his wooden head, "I don't know who this person is, Sir."

Athena pursed her lips to the side, "Don't look at *me*?! I have no clue..."

The shadow shook its helmeted head. 

"W-well, that doesn't matter!" Suka huffed, vigor returning to her determined wriggling, "Release me! These bindings won't hold me forever!!"