On one continent, the King of Light was face-down in sheets. On another, the Dragon King was explaining to his wife that he was not romantically involved with his brother.
His wife currently believed she was a Luminari fugitive for floral fatalities, fountain fuckery, and a full-blown flee from the police at fuck-off speed.
As she lay on the bedroom floor with her head in the Dragon King's lap, the little fugitive who could had no idea that the warrant for her arrest just got upgraded to murder.
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DOMINO 58: THAT'S ONE HELL OF A HICKEY
SOLVEIL CITADEL — ROYAL CHAMBERS — 5:10 AM
The Master Healer knocked.
Nothing.
The King of Light was a disciplined sleeper. He was the type who opened his eyes at the first knock because the crown never fully shut off, even unconscious. Something was suspicious as hell.
The Master Healer opened the door.
The room was wrong.
