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Within your palatial chambers, you relax with your aide. Fim Yolek is a administrator of little importance, but of great personal worth to yourself, who you raised to a position at your side as the Supreme Ruler. To be the Supreme Ruler's aide is a great honor, and he is indebted to you. You are inseparable, and he has been especially helpful during the very stressful and isolating time as you were groomed for leadership by the previous Supreme, Hass Takar. You truly did not expect the reformed Tyrant-King, winner of multiple wars, and especially an Unspeakable at that, to pick you among your rival candidates. You always figured they appeared stronger then you. Perhaps he saw another reason then.
<span class="mu-r">”Does something trouble you, your majesty?”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”I am anxious. I feel unprepared for this... role.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”You will do great, your Grace! I know it.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”...Help me train, Fim.”</span> You say, a smile spreading on your face.
<span class="mu-r">”Urm... your Majesty... Surely there is someone else who is more qualified...”</span>
Fim begins stripping his uniform off, awkwardly, your own imperial robes falling in a fraction of the time.
<span class="mu-b">”Come here! Fight me! No knives- I need hand to hand practice!”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”Gah- Majesty! Please, this isn't fair! You're bigger then me-!”</span>
You hold his wrists and twist him this way and that, he being no match for you. His boyish, slim features contrasting your own harder muscles, though your age is almost identical, he but slightly less developed and matured. His cute face screws up in effort as he tries and fails to free himself from your grip. In a moment, he gives up.
