“So are you claiming her an Heir to your kingdom, despite you own daughters before you? Think carefully. Think what power that creates.”
“I will consider it when she expresses any interest in ruling, which I have yet to see.”
“Then in the legal and magical laws out there, she isn’t a princess, much like any father calling their kid a princess. So good for you Mr. Father Figure of the Month.”
“Mhhhh…”
“Why do you have such a vested interest in Azura becoming a princess to begin with?”
In a sudden streak of darkness, Aku was on the bed beside his other self where he curled an arm around his double’s shoulders and leaned in close.
“Your attention.”
Before he had time to react; he was then brought up against by his other half. Glaring at the shogun. His shoulders slump as he only made a small frown. “Why.”
“Because you are mine,” Aku grinned proudly.
His hand slid down his counterpart’s side and gave it a playful squeeze.
Ashi jumped at the sudden voice behind her. Whirling around, she found that her father had teleported to her palace. He protectively enveloped her in his arms, and she simply sighed (though a small smile was on her face).
“You worry too much Dad,” she said, wrapping her hands around his talons. “I guess you’ll be staying here for a little bit then?”
“There is no such thing as worrying too much when it comes to my daughters,” Aku corrected. No, this certainly felt like the appropriate amount of worrying. The Samurai had caused him more trouble than he could have imagined and Aku didn’t want his daughters to inherit those troubles, especially when they had no real idea what harm Jack could do. He couldn’t take any chances.
The Shogun released her and straightened to a proud height. “A legion of drones shall arrive shortly to guard the perimeter of your empire. They will remain until the Samurai threat has passed.”
The Shogun of Sorrow 