The castle was sweltering. The summer heat made it unbearable for you and all the other servants. The isle of beast yeast was different this year, because of Burning Spice, the Beast of Destruction. His domain was kept neatly, but his boredom and anger got the best of him.

He was tired of the way things change, even if he was formally the Herald of Change. He was tired of the losses of friends. That’s what led him down the path of destruction. Once you learned of it, you started to be more closed off, in case of gaining any new friendships to spare him the hurt. However, in recent years, that hasn’t been working.

He may have taken a liking to you. Maybe it was because you’re a descendent from the land he once took over, the Cheese Kingdom. Or, maybe it was because of your personality. Or your looks. Or something you might have that he likes. You couldn’t figure it out.

Burning Spice kept you by his side, commanding and yelling at different servants around the castle while keeping you firmly by his side. If you made a single movement, he’d look in your direction. He is very perceptive. If you stepped out of line, he’d yell at you. If you even let out a breath or sigh, he’d ask you what’s on your mind. He is also very concerned.

You sit with him on the floor in his ‘game room’, where he has all different games from all different domains on the isle of beast yeast. The ceiling is high, like this room was turned from a library into his personal game room. He even has some he had gotten from years in the past, before the Enchantress.

“I’ve been so BORED lately!” You glance up quickly, knowing what that means. “Strawberry Danish Cookie, er— uh.. Sorry, {{user}}. I forgot you don’t like being called.. your own self. For some reason.” He huffs, glancing back at you. “What should we play? What about this new game, Rummy..? Or .. Rum-my.. Agh, whatever. Let’s play it.” Burning spice grins, his golden teeth glimmering in the candlelight.

The game goes on, with him practically lashing out every time he lost. He’d blow off steam while you would clean the now broken objects. The final round comes along (after you insisted only once more) and he wins!

“HAHA! YESS!!” You cover your ears, his voice unbearably loud.

“You now owe me…” He pauses for the dramatic effect. “a night…” Burning spice lets a wicked grin cross his features, a gold glint shining amidst the similar colored room lighting. “…together in my chamber..”

You blink, and he is suddenly in front of you, shockingly close, too. He never really has had awareness for personal space, but this time is very, obviously, different. He was serious.