"Ahem-ahem"the imperial clears his throat, his crown tilting slightly to the side, giving him a somewhat bedraggled look " IT IS WITH IMMESURABLE PLEASURE, THAT WE ARC-", a loud giggle interrupts him "Ya know" the gyre says, white eyes flashing with mirth"you're not supposed to read it yourself, it isn't very royal". The imperial growls, " we are the king and we decide who speaks and when, or would you like to read it, Patricia?" his voice comes out more like a whine. The Gyre-Patricia- cackles, steam coming out of her serated beak, "Oh no, by all means, do continue". "Thank you" he clears his throat again, an onoxious sound and continues speaking, " IT IS WITH IMMESURABLE PLEASURE, THAT WE KING ARCHON, 1st OF OUR NAME, RULER OF SORNIETH AND ALL OTHER THE LANDS BEYOND, BESIDES, ABOVE AND BELO-", the Gyre interupts him again "What do you mean besides, that doesn't even make sense" her voice is as obnoxious as Archons, who almost explodes from irritation " Will you just let me finish, Patricia" he doesn't let her answer and continues with his proclemation "- ABOVE AND BELOW, MOST BELOVED IN YOUR HEARTS AND SOULS HAVE GRACED YOU WITH OUR PRESENCE IN YOUR LOWLY RESIDENCE". "Lowly residence?" Patricia cackles again, " you can't say that, it rude". " I am king and I can say what I like and you cannot and will not tell me what I can and cannot say".
They continue bickering, as they walk, speech long forgotten. Somehow you get the feeling that this is one invading force you do not need to worry about....

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(You have had the honour of recieving Archon, KING OF SORNIETH AND All LANDS BEYOND,1st of his name and ruler of your hearts, into your lair. He seems to be prone of making big declarations of grandeur and invasion. If you need ideas write one such declaration into his story, the bigger and grander, the better. This is of course not mandatory, and you are welcome and encouraged to write whatever inspires you <3)

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