Ixion, redressed in his regal attire, sent the jester off and away as he sat at his desk for a few moments, breathing in deeply.
'And I haven't done that with her before, why?'
Ixion slowly craned his head down upon the 'No Regrets' scroll, which lay unveiled, falling from his desk to the floor, a few splatters of 'something…' splotched by number 58.
"Ah, what to do, what to do…"
Naturally, a king's day would typically be spent in diligent affairs like holding council or planning for the future, but Ixion saw those trivial tasks as meaningless and delegated them to his most cooperative followers.
In fact, the Grand Chancellor acted more like a king than he did.
'Though I guess queen would be more fitting…'
She was the one who passed royal decrees, oversaw the courts, and managed correspondence with the nobles…
He only did anything himself when he was bored.
Which was probably all for the better anyway, because nobody actually liked Ixion. Well, not anymore, at least. If he showed his face somewhere, people would get all antsy and pissy.
"People are so soft nowadays. Can't they just have fun at the end of times?"
Ixion picked up the scroll and gave it a once-over before rolling it back up and vaulting it in the drawer of his desk.
As for what he wanted to do next…
Ixion, as corrupted as he was, didn't want to start with anything that could potentially harm the people. Sure, he was sitting idly as the march of the world's end inched closer, but that didn't mean he wanted to make people suffer!
At least not until it was necessary.
With that in mind, there were a few things he could do…
'There is that caravan which should arrive in a day or two.'
Perhaps there would be a trader selling some exotic animal he could adopt as a pet.
There was also the sexual ones he could do.
Or maybe start his singing lessons.
'Perhaps I could go to Joe's tavern. Pay that asshole a visit.'
"Ah! So many choices!"
Ixion leaned back and put his hands on his head.
In no time, his desire was narrowed.
"I guess a new pet would be marvelous."
The caravan coming from Praxis would be looking to trade most anything they could to procure food, as most of their land was jungle terrain and their previous trading partners up north had already been swallowed by the Scourge and forgotten.
As for why Ixion knew he'd be able to get a pet…
Praxis traders had a plethora of exotic animals they sold to idiotic nobles.
Wasn't Ixion, the King, the most idiotic noble of them all?
But, sadly, he had to wait a day.