Post by Felicien Clermont-Montmorency on Aug 2, 2011 12:59:35 GMT -5
They say six hours of sleep is enough for a man, seven for a woman and eight for a fool – well what about six weeks of sleep? What would that make you?
Completely batshit, apparently.
So, our beloved Dauphin awoke from his supposedly Skaldi-induced slumber (is anybody else not buying that one, by the way, come on, they hit things with double-handed swords while going RAWWRR, they don't sneak around poisoning people) and has naturally immediately turned his attention to affairs of state.
Oh wait.
Let me try that again.
And has naturally immediately dived between the thighs of Silvana de Lucca.
Well, there's certainly no poverty down there. Enough to feed all the nobles of La Serenissima and more than just a handful of our own.
Now I know this is but scandal-mongering. Why should the rest of us – with real concerns upon our minds – care what the princely sceptre makes its private throne? I shall tell you: it matters when our kiss-woken Sleeping Beauty starts thinking with the wrong organ
The word between the sheets is that he's weak enough in both his heads to wed her. Were he just a man, it would be entertaining, but he is monarch, is he not? In his weak mortal grasp he holds all our fates, and we pay for his mistakes with our lives.
Let us talk a moment about monarchy, my friends. An appalling system of government, it goes without saying, hanging the future of many on the whims of one who holds absolute power through mere accident of birth. But if we must have it, and I would ask “why must we?” (but this is a question for another day) can we at least prevent it from such outrageous acts of folly?
It makes me wonder what Silvana de Lucca is keeping between her legs that drives so many men to madness. A thing of great beauty or great terror we must assume.
But is it worth a kingdom?
I think not, my friends, I think not.
Completely batshit, apparently.
So, our beloved Dauphin awoke from his supposedly Skaldi-induced slumber (is anybody else not buying that one, by the way, come on, they hit things with double-handed swords while going RAWWRR, they don't sneak around poisoning people) and has naturally immediately turned his attention to affairs of state.
Oh wait.
Let me try that again.
And has naturally immediately dived between the thighs of Silvana de Lucca.
Well, there's certainly no poverty down there. Enough to feed all the nobles of La Serenissima and more than just a handful of our own.
Now I know this is but scandal-mongering. Why should the rest of us – with real concerns upon our minds – care what the princely sceptre makes its private throne? I shall tell you: it matters when our kiss-woken Sleeping Beauty starts thinking with the wrong organ
The word between the sheets is that he's weak enough in both his heads to wed her. Were he just a man, it would be entertaining, but he is monarch, is he not? In his weak mortal grasp he holds all our fates, and we pay for his mistakes with our lives.
Let us talk a moment about monarchy, my friends. An appalling system of government, it goes without saying, hanging the future of many on the whims of one who holds absolute power through mere accident of birth. But if we must have it, and I would ask “why must we?” (but this is a question for another day) can we at least prevent it from such outrageous acts of folly?
It makes me wonder what Silvana de Lucca is keeping between her legs that drives so many men to madness. A thing of great beauty or great terror we must assume.
But is it worth a kingdom?
I think not, my friends, I think not.