Ankha Fan Art
Added 2022-02-18 19:31:58 +0000 UTCPeasants, all of them.
They came everyday with more offerings. more jewels and gold from the nobility. more food and drink from the farmers. more trinkets from the poor. no matter where they came from though, they were all peasants to her. It was there purpose in life to serve, feed and pamper her, and it was her purpose to be serviced fed and pampered.
She had spent another day on her titanic tush, eating and drinking her fill; though no matter how full she got, it would never satisfy her monumental apatite. each fruit was ripened to perfection, each fish freshly caught that morning, each pitcher of wine was the finest vintage. Indeed, nothing less would be acceptable for her noble pallet, nothing less would be worthy of becoming part of her royal pudge. Ankha sneered, and spoke regally.
"More wine, more food! your queen demands-" oh a butterfly!
the beautiful bug fluttered gently through her temple, Ankha's eyes darting wildly to follow it. Immediately the queen got on all fours in her onyx thrown, her royal posterior wiggling in the air. one of her subjects spoke.
"Uh...your radiance, are you-" but he was cut off by her radiantly round form pouncing toward the butterfly. she missed, but continued to chase it down the hall.
"Y-your radiance! please! you mustn't make such displays in front of your subjects!" said one of Ankha's advisors, as he chased after his fat cat of a queen.
"Not again!".
