Post by fearjunkie on Mar 21, 2013 9:04:39 GMT -5
Iago had heard the rumors of the 'Clovisland Curse' and prayed to God that they were true.
The Viceroy had a problem, you see. That problem was named Emilia Vanderwelt, a rather clingy consort. One night together and the woman was convinced that she was Iago's soul mate.
So Iago brought her here, to hopefully let the Curse work its magic on the clueless woman and get her to leave him alone. And who was Iago to pass up a perfectly good photo op?
The blonde-haired woman giggled as she clung to Iago's arm. "This is really nice, your highness. I'm so glad you let me come with~! <3"
Iago nodded absentmindedly, paying more attention to the photographers who were trying to get around the plainclothes bodyguards who kept a watchful eye on the 'couple'.
The Viceroy had a problem, you see. That problem was named Emilia Vanderwelt, a rather clingy consort. One night together and the woman was convinced that she was Iago's soul mate.
So Iago brought her here, to hopefully let the Curse work its magic on the clueless woman and get her to leave him alone. And who was Iago to pass up a perfectly good photo op?
The blonde-haired woman giggled as she clung to Iago's arm. "This is really nice, your highness. I'm so glad you let me come with~! <3"
Iago nodded absentmindedly, paying more attention to the photographers who were trying to get around the plainclothes bodyguards who kept a watchful eye on the 'couple'.