*Princess Belasarius*

Never before had I so longed for death. I thought I knew what torture was, but sitting there listening to a bunch of old men act like they DIDN’T want to bash each other’s brains in with a cotton gin redefined torture. One would think that would be the highlight of a day, but the men were TOO good at covering up their abject hatred for each other, which resulted in just another bland meeting between old dignitaries and my father, none of whom knew how to get ...