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"I wish to see you in my chambers, Endymion."
Somehow his Queen always made his name sound like sex personified. It rolled off her tongue and she veritably purred it. He should have been incredibly aroused. Any man would be. Any man should be.
He bowed low to her, and infused his voice with supplication and regret. Endymion had learnt well in time he had spent in the Dark Kingdom, it was the same tone Kunzite often used with her. "I am sorry, my Queen, but there are preparations to be made for Kunzite's next plan, and time is running short."
A lie, but one with just enough truth in it to avoid her ire should he be caught. He had seen what she had made of Jadeite, after all.
Beryl was miffed, but not angered. Luckily. "Very well. You may go then," he was dismissed with a wave of her hand.
"You can't avoid her forever." Kunzite said after they left the throne room.
"No."
"A dangerous game you play with her, our Queen is not used to being denied."
Endymion said nothing, but an image of shinning pigtails flashed in his mind. Nothing, not even the Queen's ruby coloured hair could match the beauty of lush golden tresses warmed by the sun. He simply preferred blondes.