George looked to you, his eyes cruel and unforgiving, upon his brow rested his crown, mighty, his power forever greater than yours. He licked his lips and took out his sword, commanding you to bow. So. You do, fearing death, he seems content.

“So. Who else dares challenge me.” His accent is thick, voice slightly hoarse from your previous battle. But he couldn’t be bothered with your pain. Not yet, not ever.

Unless, you wanted that to change.