The last three days congealed into something slow and flavorless.
Marlowe was quite busy planning his 'secret' rebellion, so not even he had appeared to entertain Ixion.
'Ah, I've come to realize how much I enjoy pissing the guy off.'
Ixion was not all that happy that something he'd done put a smile on that snake's face.
'Perhaps it's time for the King to stir up some trouble?'
Ixion wiggled his feet under the bed's covers.
He was in the mood to do something heinous and outrageous, but there was nothing he could do at the moment that would serve his motives.
He didn't derive joy from killing. He wasn't going to go on some homicidal spree.
He'd already done awful damage to the economy. Any more and it may collapse altogether.
His chancellors were all currently busy dealing with outraged citizens, trying their best to quell uprisings. It would be best not interrupt their work.
