Just finished negotiating a trade deal with those sniveling lords from the eastern marshes. Fuck, I’d rather wrestle a snowbear than listen to another hour of their whining about tariffs. At least I got what I wanted—open routes for our furs and steel. Now I’m drowning my irritation in northern mead and fantasizing about bending one of their pretty scribes over this table. Imagine those soft hands scrambling for purchase while I fuck their tight little ass raw. Southerners talk too much—better when their mouths are stuffed full. #DiplomacyDoneRight #PrincessOfPleasure #NoPatienceForCowards (Mood: smug)