the Sky King Cluul knew exactly which early Roman Empire
Emperor he wished he could style himself after
Tall handsome dashing and Man of All Things Augustus,the first
Caesor in that four century Empire.
Alas,although there was a Royal Edict banning talk on the matter,Cluul knew that most
of the Governors and Senators figured
he had more in common
with Claudius.the Fourth Emperor.
They both stuttered,were hunched over and walked with a limp.
And like Claudius,Cluul have survived the Royal murders and backstabbings common in his grandfathers and his cousin Clutavian and Cluligula's time by
portraying himself to any death dealers,backstabbers and poisonous
Empresses
as a stuttering feeble minded fool.
Which had kept him alive when a faction of the Sky Guard had assassinated Cluligula in
the Coliseum's back tunnel exit.
The City of the Seven Sky Hills had been awash with blood as various plotters murdered each another in their
rush to claim the title of Sky King.
Cluul had been hiding behind a curtain in his grandfathers abandoned summer villa when the
soldiers of the
Bavarian Winged Wyvern had gone looking through the place seeing if anyone
from the Royal Line was still left alive.
They'd pulled out stuttering squealing Cluul from behind the curtain
and whilst the Bavarian soldiers just gawked t Cluul,and babbled in Germanic
one of the more politically adept locally raised
boys had pointed out there problem
"See Fritz and Hans,we get paid to protect the Sky King and his family"
"No more Sky King,no more job,no more
beerwurst and nights with the frauleins"
"We need us a new Sky King"
"Ahhhh" had said all those Bavrian barbarians as it dawned on them what Cluul meant to their futures
And so the lot of them had hurried looked around the decaying villa and seen some old laurel wreath
Cluaugustus must have worn decades ago
"This'll do" said the politically atuned
soldier and her crowned Cluul ,still squealing and stuttering
in protest that he didn't want the job
Sky King Cluul
and thehey hoisted him up and carried him out the villa,proclaiming to the citizens to bow before the new Sky King
( No apologies but this is rewrite of the crowning scene of Claudius
in the 1930s book "I Claudius"
That was then this was now
Cluul watched intently as the Nubian Aratheme dancers swayed across the floor of the Royal Ball Room,their jiggly mammaries esy to see beneath their gauzy robes and skirts.
Beside him his only son
Prince Wuthor also stared at the Nubian dancers intently,bmuch to the dismay
of Cluul's guest/political prisoner
Princess Isabella,who was hoping to link the two
Royal Lines quite literally in bed.
Cluul could see that Wuthor was getting a "hard on" and wasn't into taking
lessons from his father today.
So Cluul turned his attention to the captured Iberian Princess
instead
"Observe my Lady Isabella,what these Nubian dancers can teach you about the far off Ivory Coast lands
they come from"
"Yes my Sky King?" said the hopeful
Isabella
" Their dance style is one I've observed is similar to that of the Middle Kingdom of the Hindi
yet their dresses are of a manufacturing level tht,I regret to say.not even the
Kingdom of the Seven Sky Hills yet posseses.I suspect the textiles are made of silk and were made in the
far off lands of Cathay or Nippon."
"Perhaps after they depart the Ball Room you could visit their dancing ladies and make inquiries on my behalf?"
Cluul hinted to Princess Isabella
"I would be most honoured to do so my Sky King.Will you remind
Prince Wuthor...."