• “My lord, the heirs refuse to submit to your rule. They wish to have an audience with you.” “Then bring them here.” “They request that you go to them, my liege.” Replied the kneeling PREP captain. “If that is the case, then they can rot right where they are.” Decreed the throned figure. “Of course sire.” He bowed and removed himself from the room. Another captain approached the throne, bowing and kneeling the same as the first. “Do you have any good news, captain?” “I’m afraid not, my liege. We have yet to locate the rebel forces and their head quarters…sire.” Slouched in his throne, Doveless stared at the reserved captain. “Have you recovered any useful information for me captain?” His tone blank asked the question. “I’m afraid not my lord.” Doveless shot up off his throne. “INSCOLENCE!! I’m surrounded by morons! Can’t even clone a good subordinate anymore! Be gone! All of you! I tire of your useless faces!” He slumped back onto his throne, sighing with his hand over his closed eyes. His consort enters from behind a curtain near the throne. “Oh my poor poor Dovey. Have the silly clones angered you again?” “Yes. I’m surrounded by idiots!” She began to rub his shoulders, trying to calm him down. “Am I an idiot to my lord?” “No. Just brainless and obedient. You have not angered me as they have…yet.” “I’m glad. For I would hate to anger my master.” “Good girl. Tell me, what have you learned of the heirs?” She humphed dramatically. “Their just little girls. Whining spoiled royal brats. They cry almost constantly for their dead parents and that foolish brother of theirs. No fashion sense either. Hardly worth your time.” “I will decide who is worth my time. I’m beginning to think you’re jealous of them.” He said with a smirk. “NEVER! I’m more woman than they will ever be!” “Fine. I need your assistance.” “Of course. With what way my lord?” “Scratching an itch.” She smiled seductively. “It would be my pleasure my lord.” They left for Doveless’s chambers.