The Big Easy||Vaako & Riddick
[I always assumed ruling something meant I'd get a break. Be able to slow down for a minute, stop and enjoy the finer things in life. As usual, I was wrong - the big difference between inmates and courtesans is that inmates have the decency not to kiss ass before they try to kill you.]
They kept the light levels low before he'd been crowned Lord Marshal. Nice of them, not to shift it to high-beams just to inconvenience him. It meant there was no familiar strap cutting across the back of his scalp and no blinding glare, either. If he could just get the smell of death out of the place, he'd be set...
Thrones aren't built for comfort but that didn't stop Riddick from stretching out. Anything, anything was better than more chains. [I never guessed being king could be so boring.]
