If one could burn holes at the back of someone's head by simple vengeance, the world would be consumed in fire. But, as Alienné found out, things don't happen like that.

Well, not in the world of red river anyway. Besides, imagine how it would be like, the manga bursting into flame, wasting your money and not to mention, annoying. And what if you burnt your hands as well? God would be sued all the time. Hell, she missed health and safety already.

"Ilvani, staring at my back is not going to kill me. Please desist." She sighed. Spurring her horse , she turned around. "Also, I do not want to be His royal Brat's concubine, and spoil your dreams of dominating your orient, blah, blah and blah, end of story."

The man in question, or as she preferred to think as pony-tail-of-doom-that-seems-to-never-really grow. His eye widen slightly, and then looks away, ha! Psychology 101 for dummies. Or as ace attorney used to say, take that!

She allows herself a small smile.

"If you truly are the goddess Ishtar, Your presence will boost Kail's popularity." Says the civil servant blandly. Christ. Did the man think of nothing else? Aliennè resists an eye roll.

"Thank heavens I'm not his concubine, we end the world in five minutes." Actually, it would probably be more like conquer the world in five minutes, but he doesn't need to know that.

"How Dare She!" Screeches Nakia like a Banshee, "How Dare She!" Aliennè would have said Succubus, by the almost nonexistent top and quoted her statistical lilkeyhood of her developing breast cancer. As It is, objects went Flying.

"She is not Whom I have summoned! Who dares replace my sacrifice with a Lion? How will I work my spells now!"

As ever, Mr grim reaper impersonell deferred. "Patience my Queen" And maybe some anger management lessons. And perhaps a stress ball. Hell, send her of to Gol and complete the Vulcan discipline of Kolinhr. "She is not all knowing my Queen, assassinate her."

Nakia sits down, a hand to her temple, maybe a therapeutic shopping spree was required here. "Humph. Perhaps I will."

Tito brought them food in an Open room in some corner of Kail's palace, for the sheer bad decore and the limestone, the Hittites made it up in sheer space. And Clay.

Geographically, according to Wikipedia, when Aliennè checked last, Hattusa was built on a flat hill range, on a field of open grassland overlooking all directions, and guarded by more gates and booby traps you can shake a hat at. As well as many temples, at it's height, occupied by 50 000 people.

Kail's palace was a bit plain, all pillars and no decor. The Hittites will never win a place in the sun.

Aliennè ate a little, and made a point ignoring the basket of honey jujubes Kail proffered like there was no tomorrow. Take That.

"No thank you, I do not like sticky sweet things. I'm fat as it is."

32 26 24 trying to become a 32 24 34.

"I like my Women curvy, in a few years-" of course you would.

"I am sixteen years old. I Am NOT your woman, You are not my father, Husband or brother, even if you were I would not listen anyway, so Do not tell me what to do." Aliennè shows a 1000 watt smile at Tito, who blushes, the mumbles something and proffered sweet tarts instead.

"I seem incapable to do so" Mutters Kail darkly.

"Sorry , did say something?" she was a 21st century women and she'll act like one " The Mitanni will attack within the year, why don't you think about that? Tito? Please show me to my room."

I don't care who you are..

Where you're from...

What you did..

So long as you Don't love me...

Hums Aliennè mentally. She wasn't going to become s Sue. She wasn't . Although she did come really close on the test, really it wasn't her fault she has a cool tattoo mark and magical powers.

So she may or may not have un-ticked those boxes on the second go.