“Your Excellency d'Alba, you must at all costs crack down.” The Kinglet's loyal servant was on fire, urging the latter to order everyone in the orchard to leave. Yet, sitting quietly in his study, gazing at the dawn, His Grandissime did not expect to hear the louboutin heels of the fat cow trumpeting down the spiral of his turret so soon. His inner circle was warned, however, that crossing the limits of this intimacy was tantamount to undermining his authority. His loyal servant not only has a broad back, but so does everything else, and climbing all those steps is a real challenge. That's the extent of her motivation. Out of breath, the fat cow becomes more insistent: “As you know, living in this orchard is a form of provocation. None of your subjects should deign to live in the city. To settle in these remote lands is an insult to Your Grandissime, even arrogance towards your subjects who have the decency to live in your principality. This orchard is at the crossroads of several of your cousins and even adversaries. The relative neutrality of these great expanses of green does not allow stubborn servants like you-know-who to avail themselves of this right.”

This exasperates the kinglet, who can hear nothing of this perpetual debate between himself and his fat cow. He himself isn't sure what the source of the false dispute is, since no lawsuit could be brought against the orchard's residents. What's more, no formal complaint has yet been lodged. For the time being, His Excellency d'Alba has other fish to fry.

The kinglet feels exhausted and, above all, alone. A slight tightness in his chest reminds him that he wasn't the first choice to rule the little kingdom. Several contenders were far superior to him, and it was a combination of circumstances that allowed him to rise to the top. It's a long story, and one he'd be well advised to bury.

Now that he holds supreme authority, His Grandissime must work to build up his credibility with his inner circle, of course, but above all with his ministers and counterparts in neighboring principalities. The kinglet takes the measure of this anguish in his chest and knows what it's all about: he devalues himself for no good reason. At that precise moment, everything inside him transforms; the knot he felt is released to let a gentle sensation of calm flow to the bottom of his belly. The moment feels divine, and his sexual appetite returns. It's in this state of grace that he looks forward to meeting Her Noble Prefect in the corridors of his castle, who has been appointed by the people to represent the little kingdom, in charge of its interests, administrative control and respect for its laws. Interestingly, Her Noble Prefect does not interfere in any way with the authority of His Excellency d'Alba, who would happily stroll the corridors in the hope of meeting her.

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Unfortunately, without warning, a ball forms inside him and rises to create another knot in his chest. Her Noble Prefect will have to wait. This perpetual struggle puts a strain on his ability to carry out his duties. And the fat cow still standing beside him isn't making life easy. “Your role is benevolence”, his heart had already whispered to him. Her loyal servant has finally turned tail and the kinglet can hear the louboutin heels echoing in the distance. It's a good thing she's leaving his study. Otherwise, the kinglet still doubts his feelings. Many emotions collide and it becomes difficult to sort them all out. Last night, his fairy godmother visited him in his dreams and the secret was revealed: “Scotty, you have to trust yourself. The only way to do that is to let go of the pain you've suffered. I know Anakin is troubling your mind, but he means you no harm. Don't feel inferior to Anakin just because he has developed skills in many areas that are foreign to you. If you didn't have Anakin's perseverance to pursue your studies, it's because your paths were different. Take the elements of your life with greater awareness and stop resisting. Your life belongs to you, and that's all that should matter to you.”

Reinvigorated by this reminiscence, the kinglet sees things more clearly and picture his life in a brighter light. He has big plans for his little kingdom, and wants to implement changes that won't make everyone happy, but which will be necessary if he is to fully reign over his subjects. A breath of hope and confidence rushes down like a new breath to the bottom of his belly. The image of Her Noble Prefect suddenly triggers an arousal in him. Nevertheless, he wipes this libidinous image from his mind, and regains control of his work.

“But what does benevolence mean?” No answer to this question was forthcoming from her fairy godmother.