Man.

This throne was uncomfortable as fuck.

You were too small to fill it… or maybe the responsibility was too big.

The stone was cold, though the Orphaner was colder…

“ Well. Look at you. “

He smirked at you with a look of “ I told you so “. Grabbing your chin and pulling your head to make you look at him.

“ The small fry’s struggling to swim, hm? Typical. “

He ushered you from his rightful place before plunking down with exaggerated comfort— You where about to just do your usual, which was swearing at him and storming off in a fit, but he snapped his fingers.

“ Take a seat, your not off the hook just yet~ “

He pat his leg, smirking at you again. Bitch.

You reluctantly sat.

“ Good pearl. “