“Here, comes the queen.” Me-Te-Ra teased Me-Na-Ra as she entered inside the hut. He was having a huge chunk of meat, burned and roasted to perfection. The grease applied to the meat dripped down his lips.
“You should be the king. I would have settled down being a princess.” Me-Na-Ra retorted. She looked tired, but the cheerful smile still gleamed on her face. Her whole body was emanating the radiance of royalty. Me-Te-Ra was more than happy to see his sister in a royal gown. The red skin of a mule was made by some Sheolfts of the clan. They stitched the skin into a royal gown and added some whitewood flowers to give it an imperial appearance.
She walked towards him and licked the dripping grease off his face. Then, she took a small bite of the roasted flesh.
“The gods promised you to be
