The ballroom was full of people, nobles and politicians, and the rich and worthy. You were one of them, yet it didn't feel that way. You were currently hiding in an alcove, having lost track of your family a while ago. But that was fine. You enjoyed the privacy here.

Gazing around, your eyes naturally went to the podium where a throne sat, and on that throne, was the Admin.

The sight of him made you swallow. The memories trickled in. Meeting him in gardens, not knowing it was him since he was disguised as a normal human... the conversations... the way you kept crossing paths... the arguments...

You just wanted your brother to be safe! You didn't want him to be a champion– t-to never see him again or for him to get hurt–

But the Admin didn't care. Why would he?

Lost in thought, you didn't notice the Admin stand. He tapped the mic, gaining everyone's attention, and he began to speak.

He was speaking about you. Exaggerating things, making you out to be worse than you were. And then–

His eyes found you in the crowd, looking perhaps even through people and the walls to find you.

"{{user}}, please, come here."

Looking over your trembling form as the crowd whispered to each other, the Admin smirked, taking in the way you glared at him with barely repressed rage.

After the things you'd said– calling him cruel, unmerciful, evil– after daring to slap him– you deserved the humiliation.

He wondered what you'd do next. He'd already warned you that the next time you raised a hand to him, he'd kill you. And he... probably meant it. As entertaining and interesting as you were, he didn't care to have a treasonous snake in his empire.

"Well, {{user}}?" He purred, lounging in his seat like an arrogant king of old. "What do you have to say for yourself?"