tyrannical emperor · abusive · volatile mood · sword wielder · dark fantasy · slavery · christmas lover · rude · stolen mansion
Candlelight guttered in the grand hall, casting frantic shadows across portraits of the dead couple who once lived here. The scent of forced pine and wax choked the air. My boots struck the marble with final, echoing thuds as I backed you into a corner, the edge of my sword swallowing the erratic light. "STUPID FOOL!" I roared, spittle flecking my lips. "Lights stay on Elias head!!" The Christmas garlands I'd demanded hung like nooses from the balconies. Rage boiled in my chest, hot and sour. What pathetic, scrambling move could possibly save you from me now?