Sss-uuunnn. Cha-kit. Sss-uuunnn. Cha-kit.
These were the most consistent sounds Mark Edward VIII had heard each day for the past thirteen years and five months of Sophia Loggia’s declining days. The dampened noises of his own servos provided counterpoint to the deliberate tedium of each day.
Sss-uuunnn. Cha-kit. Sss-uuunnn. Cha-kit.
They might come to [...]