Literature
CS Worlds Destroyed Chapter 14
Chapter 14
I lazily loafed around his house for about a half hour, afraid to go outside. Afraid to know what " blending in" I'd be doing in a realm that knew my face, knew my mannerisms (fake or not) and knew the proper action was to send the entire populace into a frenzied stampede to kick me out as soon as possible. That, and the last time he helped me to 'blend in', the smug little bastard stuck me in a skirt. So I stuck around inside, looking at the portrait after portrait done in his namesake, by the artisans of the time period for so many years. My opposite in damn near every way. We did the same job. We held the same kind of power,