Taym is leading the prayers among Alb and Vera as he said. "Estaqeemo wa e'tadelo yarhamkom Allah." And then Meenji turns around playfully. "Ready everyone. You know that it's just hard to be me."

After they finish their prayers, Alb offers him some dates-by reminding him. "Trust me on that. They protect you against sorcery, by forming a hale around you."

"Thank you."

"Would you like to have some tea anyone?" Sheewa is on.

"Yes, please." Meenji was happy. "No one is me!"

"So who is Tammy?"

"My mother." Taym answers.

"Why is it taking her so long in order to reach our kingdom?"

"She's busy on her rodeo. Like a strong leader in her group."

"Is she a trainer?"

"She's the best. She's like a mutant." His eyes widen with hope and declaration.

"I would like to learn to ride the rodeo sometime. Is it ok to ask her in order to teach me?" She is interested.

"Help yourself."

"I'm truly sorry about your loss, Taym. That was wrong." She was as keen as mustard.

"Thank you. But I dislike self pity."

"What are your plans for now?"

"Other than remaining at the Fortunate Kingdom and wait for things to unwrap?"

"Yes. Since patience is never a virtue."

"Nothing in particular. I'm literally waiting for Tiger to transfer Ra's powers to me. At that point, I'll be just able to move along and avenge my son."

She sighs. "We are all on it, Taym. We're all on it. It's in the hands of God. Embrace yourself."

"True."

"Do you like playing chess?"

"No, not really. It takes too much thinking."

"This is the first time I see a top banana not liking chess."

"How about we play spades or riddles?"

"I like that."

"I really like your desserts. Could you ask your chef to make us something right now?"

"Of course. What are you munching on?"

"Some custard, please."

"No problem."

"Thank you."

"So what's taking Tammy so long?"

"She must be running some errands." Alb clarifies.

"I'm dying to meet her."

"You will really like her." Taym is excited.

Tammy, Taym's mother-is on her way on her black and white Dala horse to the Fortuante Kingdom. The horse is made out of wooden fiber optics, reflecting sunlight. She recalls while riding and thinking about her days at the Shkola Voinskikh Iskusstv School back at Yakutsk, Russia. "How am I going to take my SWOT Analysis now since this isn't my first rodeo? I am more than determined to cut that atrocious crow's throat out." It takes her up to half a day in order to arrive from the Desert Sultanate in a dexterous manner. "Hello son!"

"Hello mother!" Taym hugs her dearily, by trying to contain hisself and never be rude. "What took you so long? Look. This is Sheewa of the Fortunate Kingdom. She is much more than endeared to meet you."

"Enchanted."

"Pleasure."

"So you are the fiery empress which everyone speaks of?"

"Not only fiery." Meenji is swept off his own feet. "But the most daring and hot."

"Mother." Taym interrupts. "Allow me to introduce you to your new husband, Henry-Meenji's trustworthy buttler." Henry was a one hundred eighty two centimeters in height-busty beast, who wore a navy tuxedo with spiky long grey hair. His features were so sharp unlike Tammy's soft features which resembled Taym a lot. She had his yellow eyes and thin pale pink lips along with green hair. And she was one hundred fifty four centimeters tall.

"I didn't know that you would catch me a husband." She took him aside. "I hope that I wasn't too desperate?"

"Not at all. But it's my own duty to keep you secured."