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{ ♚ } → Why exactly was everyone and everything questioning his place as monarch today? Perhaps it was his kingdom playing a joke on him, or those tankards of one too many spiced wine made by the maidens’ helpers back at the castle finally caught up to his sorry arse. Nonetheless, the woman’s refreshing but offensive snark was enough to make James cough uncomfortably before jutting his chin out.
"Seems as if proper mannerism washes by women and men these days," he muttered before allowing his own eyes to widen at her every word. "Yes, I’m the King. And as the King—I suppose I have the right to question your every dose of sanity. What in the bloody name of Christ are you on about?" Glancing up towards the sky, James pointed his index towards the clouds. "I’m a monarch, Miss. Not a rightful deity or a God."
Nobody ever recognized her, she was used to it. Painters and sculptors just couldn't get her beauty even remotely right. He looked like a king, but that didn't mean he was one. She knew her comment had made an effect on him, as his shift in attitude was obvious. Her infamous smirk appeared on her face as he began to speak.
"Of course you're not a god." Pause. "But I am. Not a god, but a goddess, of course." To stop herself from laughing, she had to bit her lip and dig her nails into her palm. "I'm Aphrodite. I'd ask your name but, frankly, I don't really care."
