"Minervaaa~ Hahaha, took you long enough to congratulate me, don't you think? Come on, sit with me. I would offer you the throne, but there's only room for one... well, unless you're fine with my lap~ cough, cough."
Adam grinned, his voice dripping with flirtation as he patted his thigh with exaggerated confidence.
To his surprise, Minerva didn't respond with a snarky remark or a smug smirk.
Instead, she walked straight up to him, eyes narrowed, a subtle glint of amusement hiding behind her composed expression.
Then, without warning...she seized his shoulder, and with one smooth, absurdly powerful motion, yeeted him off the throne.
WHOOOOSH!!
"Whhh....
Adam's cry echoed as he was launched into the air, flailing mid-spin.
The throne creaked ever so slightly as Minerva settled onto it with regal ease, crossing one leg over the other like she had always belonged there.
A heartbeat later, Adam landed face first, right into her lap.
PLUPP!!
"Oof!?"
