I can only read Lexana fic if it's fucked up.

I caught the skiing bug while staying in the Alps.

[…] So we do him service gladly, thronging round our noble king, While the glee-beams at the banquet with the Scêfing's praises ring.

His permatan, and his vanity, were his weakness. I needed a picture of him, and it needed to be as unflattering as possible. Moving my train of thought on a bit, I reasoned that he must also be a lover of natural sunbathing.