“…traditional side!” The Prince cries with every word. “She believes in extremely rough mating rituals, chaining me to a bed, making me hold a strange charm, chanting in a strange language, and blah, blah, I’ve been bruised more than once, blah, blah, blah, blibbity, blabbity, blah, blah!”

…chaining you to a bed…that’s a smart girl… Faith checked out of listening to The Prince's story's “traumatic” bits. She nods along. Such a good story.

“And you know, some may think I received these scars on my chest from battle. Oh, how that couldn’t be further from the truth.” The Prince scratches his chest. “She did this to me!”

“Why?”

“...so I would never forget that I’m her property…”

Oh yeah, definitely a smart girl… Faith nods.

“And that’s not everything…” The Prince sighs. “...those rituals…”

“Where’s Daddy~? Where’s Daddy~?” asks cute, squeaky, precious little voices, but who could they be?

Let’s find out…oh!

✨Wow! It’s little lizard-tailed baby girls, sixteen of them to be exact. They look just like Mama!✨

“...those rituals were a success…” The Prince holds himself in a fetal position, sucking his thumb and being pathetic.

“Oh, my sweet children~✨ Daddy will come home~✨” The Princess of SaurDIAMONDS coddles them.

“But why would Daddy run away~?” The baby girls ask in unison (they tend to always do that). “Bad dog! Bad dog! Tee-hee.”

Because a writer must be free… The Prince clenches his fist.

“Because your father is poor and stupid. Poor people don’t know any better.” The Princess answers her daughters with the absolute and unquestionable truth. “That’s why they have no money~✨”

The Prince cries in silence, unseen, unheard, but not unfelt.

“Poor and stupid~! Poor and stupid~!” The lil’ girls sing. “Just like our dopey broooooottttthhhhherrrrr~!”

“OWWWW! MAMA!” A squeaky boy’s voice cries.

A lil’ baby monkey boy had his tail bitten by one of his sisters. He looks just like Daddy!

This updates our count to seventeen girls and one boy!

“MAMAAAAAAAAA!!!!” The boy runs to The Princess. “MAAAAAMAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!”

“Crybaby, crybaby, cry, cry, baby, baby!” The sisters bully him (as usual).

“Stop teasing him.” The Princess wags her fingers to scold her girls. “I’ll teach him to be an intelligent and successful businessman!” She gives her precious son multiple quick kisses on his cheek. “He was born with a rare gem on his head, a good luck charm for a good luck baby~✨”

All the sisters blow a raspberry. “Our gems are cute!”

“My lone son, my pride, see how she subtly manipulates and raises him against me…” The Prince whispers to Faith.

I wonder if we can make this many babies together. Oh yeah~❤️‍🔥 Faith ignores him while she counts each baby. How many girls for us~? How many boys for us~?

“We’re bored. We want Daddy to read us another story!” The baby girls clap and play.

“Ah, but my daughters, they respect me…” The Prince is so sure of himself.

The girls laugh. “Daddy’s stories are so stupid!” That’s where the entertainment comes from—not from the quality of the stories, but because of the distinct lack of quality of the stories.

“Damn…” The Prince is so humiliated that we shouldn’t describe his face at this moment.

*snort*  *snort*  Faith can’t help but laugh along with these girls. *snort*  “Don’t cry, sugah. Yew’ll be too busy writing a story with may anyway~❤️” *snort* *SNORT* *OINK*

*HISS* “Huh? What wassssssssssss THAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?” The Princess of SaurDIAMONDS twists her neck around. Hissing like a cobra, foaming venom from her lips. Rattling her tail. Her now monstrous voice not at all matching her usual kind voice. She grows in size…

Faith instantly tries to shut off her own existence in fear. A wise move.

“I HEAR a piggy…I SMELL a piggy…but I DON’T SEE a piggy!” *HISSSSSSSSS*

*hiss* *hiss* *hiss* “Where’s the piggy, Mama? Tell ussssss. We’re hungry…” These baby girls aren’t the only ones losing their usual cuteness. Their ominous eyes, too, lurk in the darkness.

“Huh?” The dopey baby boy’s dopey eyes just look around aimlessly.