"We ARE good friends...Raffy."
I squint my eyes suspiciously at the Emperor of Constanz.
This stinks.
Oh, I don't mean the literal stink, okay?
On the contrary, even though he's standing a foot away from me, I can smell his wonderful fragrance wafting from his person, thanks to the soft, gentle breeze swirling idly around us.
So, no, he doesn't stink. The Emperor smells so sweet and fragrant, I want to take a bite out of him.
...ahem, I didn't think of anything. None at all. Especially thoughts that should belong in the gutter.
Anyway, as I mentioned something stinks around here and I don't know if I want to figure out what that is.
How is he saying such nonsense with such a straight face?
However, no matter how much I glare at him, willing and silently threatening him to stop mes
