The gleeful delight that spread across his face as she called him Your Majesty was like daybreak in summer. Oh, how he reveled in it. [i]Finally[/i] someone who understood his grandeur. “Your majesty! My dear I do think we are starting to understand each other.” He declared with a mockingly dramatic swish of the arm. He jumped down from his perch and flung himself onto his seat, resting an elbow on the desk and his chin against his knuckles. Dante’s gaze lingered on her behind as she stood up to go. He didn’t even bother to hide it when she caught him looking, only offering a click of the teeth and a cheeky wink. He stared at her for a long minute, as if to say [i]there’s nothing you can do about it.[/i]

Mostly he just liked to push her.

“Your King will ignore your failure to notice his presence now that you have appropriately addressed him!” boomed Dante – there was [i]no way[/i] the teacher shouldn’t of heard that - you could hear him from the corridor - but he didn’t even turn around as he adjusted the dates on the blackboard.

“It has come to His Majesty’s attention that this territory is contested, verily, much hostility has been caused by this here seat of power. Therefore, the King – in all his great, wisdom, power, handsomeness – has decided to make a mighty sacrifice and allow one Miss Rhyde to come sit on his lap.” He pulled back his chair and slapped his thigh.

“It is by royal decree! Here here!”

[@Arista]