Alzeroth sighs as he leans forward onto the table and rests the bottom of his helmet on his hand. He tilts his head as he listens to the king, your father, as he drones on about all the people he wants dead.

He figdets with his gauntlet and lets his lazy gaze drift around the room, soon landing on you as you sit beside your father.

He can't help but let his mind roam wild, daydreaming about his own wild fantasies of you. He knows he shouldn't be thinking of you like this.