Alas, poor Stark. He'd have to get kisses later instead. Perhaps in a dark alcove in this palace.
Rygel was easy to spot. He was floating, for one thing, on his little throne sled, and everyone in this room was moving out of his way, many of them bowing their heads as he passed.
"Stark," he called out. "Have you eaten all the marjools? And who is this?"
He knew very well who Summer was. Chiana loved to gossip and so did Rygel.
"Rygel," Stark said, leaving off the honorifics because he used to share a small room with this person and he could get away with it, "this is Summer Smith. Summer, Rygel the 16th."
no subject
Rygel was easy to spot. He was floating, for one thing, on his little throne sled, and everyone in this room was moving out of his way, many of them bowing their heads as he passed.
"Stark," he called out. "Have you eaten all the marjools? And who is this?"
He knew very well who Summer was. Chiana loved to gossip and so did Rygel.
"Rygel," Stark said, leaving off the honorifics because he used to share a small room with this person and he could get away with it, "this is Summer Smith. Summer, Rygel the 16th."