Author: Bloody Mary
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"Why not Fulgrim?" Perturabo grumbled, glaring acidly at Rogal Dorn.
Dorn, on his part, remained stoic and took a sip of wine before replying. "You do remember what happened last time? The fact that he likes malls does not mean he should be allowed to accompany our sister and her honour guard. Besides, Mercury is your wife. Shouldn't you be happy to help her?"
Perturabo snorted. "By that logic, you're as good a candidate as me. Venus is your cousin, isn't she?"
"And she threatened to record the pillow fort stories if I ever accompanied her on a shopping trip," Dorn replied, not managing to keep some smugness from creeping into his voice.
"What about Russ, then?" Perturabo asked, frowning.
"Lo! Did the hero rise his mighty mop and clean the treacherous floor!" a thunderous roar sounded from the depths of the Imperial Palace.
Dorn shrugged. "As far as I know he promised to do the cleaning himself in return for not having to accompany the Princess."
"Only a spoonful of detergent did he add to the water, no more, no less!"
"Is he enjoying it or is he yelling to make us all suffer with him?" Perturabo asked, looking towards the door.
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AN: Response to the previous chapter.