Herald,


My heels -are- amazing, it's true. I have a cadre of talented individuals who see to their needs on a daily basis. This is also true. However, I'm not sure when the state of my heels or who is licking them became your concern?

Who made you judge and jury of our world? Especially when you so recently were honking Strife's misbeliefs loudly and calling us all traitors?

But I digress. Your concern is noted. Your desire for attention is witnessed. You need not worry for my city, we are busy with our own affairs and Strife is still a part of our daily life as we tend to the affairs of the Empire.

Perhaps you should turn your attention, so absolute that it is, upon your wife's feet and who is licking them.

Quit trying to shove my city into a dialogue that fits your narrative. Go make a snowman or something. If I require your services, I know where to find you.

Elene, give the man something to do, would you? Your husband is struggling.

The Red Tyrant




Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 9th of Sapiarch, in the year 2 AC.