_{‘   so   !   you must be the GENERAL.   ’}

      _{he sashays into the room,   adorned in silk,   lace,   &   FURS,   milky white skin visible through the luxurious fabrics.   the prince moves with a confident sort of GRACE,   noisily crossing the floor to stand before the much tinier man   :   the much tinier man that frank had EXPECTED to be much larger.   ‘   urgh   –   just what are you the GENERAL of   ?   i mean,   really.   ’   of course,   laughter then echoes about the pair,   the same way GASPS of working - class transies do at the very sight of the brat prince.   ‘   mother hasn’t said much of you,   general.   i don’t think she LIKES YOU very much,   mm.   ’}   

_{@itstoll is a gift  !}