====> Regius: be a frustrated royal

Your name is Regius Soleil, and you are PISSED
You are wholeheartedly ANGRY
You have been waiting for your disgraceful grand highblood in training to show up at your PALACE to take you to safety for what feels like SWEEPS!
It's TRULY PREPOSTEROUS
You should tell on her!
HIS FLAMBOYANT CONDESCENSION would have her HEAD for this AFFRONT towards his one and only worthy SUCCESSOR

You harrumph as you sink further into your soft plush BEANBAGS

You need to leave your PALACE because some FOOLS are staging a protest DOOMED FOR FAILURE
You have been living relatively far away from your Esteemed Lusus, and Dear Ranije has expresed her concern that your LUSUS would feel DESPAIR over this, coupled with the UNREST

The downside of this move is that you will have to live closer to the ASSHOLES who call themselves your allies

You need to pass the time somehow
Your trolltag is rexRampage and when you talk, you ¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º° ṗüt ä ċŕöẅń öń ệṿệŕÿ ŀệttệŕ°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø

====> Examine your room

You roll your eyes and sigh a regal sigh
There's your majestic recuperacoon, full to the brim with top-notch slime
The Grand Highblood In Training herself shares her stash with you, so for that you are mildly grateful
Your recuperacoon is pristine as every single morning, after you take a royal shower, your dutiful slaves clean it and refill the sopor slime
Then there's your fucsia heirloom rug that's been in the Palace for perigees
The walls are decorated with ancient and priceless tapestries
Your favourite is the one with all previous Condescensions, with your name embroidered at the end of the list, of course
Then there's a beautiful window with view to your personal kelp gardens, the transparent rose crystal was brought over by Her Magnificient Condescension perigees ago from the conquest of some far away galaxy
Then there's your bone desk, made of bones from trolls who kindly donated their lives to become your furniture
Atop the desk are your studying supplies, currently you are learning trollfrench, which is a very refined language
And finally, the door to your room. It is easily four times as big as you as it needs to accomodate a full grown adult highblood troll's horns
Your room is quite lovely. You like the gold embellishments, but you have to admit the residence you are moving to has far more lavish pearl and diamond decorations

====> Play with your slaves

You jump on the tealblood's back and demand she carries you around the castle on all fours, like your slaves used to do when you were smaller
It's always fun the first few seconds, but it grows old fast
You threaten to leave her stranded and alone on this palace, and this makes her move faster
It always works. Your slaves love you. They would perish without you

====> Ask your slaves to fetch your communication device. You must chat with a peasant to assert dominance

You don't have a PHONE yet, you threw your last phone at a slave's head when they were being unruly and it shattered into a million pieces by the strength of your highbloodthrow
You command a nearby slave to fetch you a new phone, though
If they take too long, you'll feed them to G'lbgolyb, you add helpfully

Your slaves quickly fetch your PHONE, fearful for their lives.

====> Play some games on the phone. It's not like anything important is happening

There is a game you like
It features you, Dear Ranije, and Kalyan
Fuck Kalyan
You tap on her sprite in the game and feed it to Gl'bgolyb
You feel better now

====> Whatever. You are boring

You choose to ignore the disrespectful voice in your head

Some servants drop to the ground and let you know Dear Moirail Ranije has FINALLY arrived

====> Is she hot?

I'm Six Sweeps Old and What is This?


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