Vladmio can’t tell if you hate or love him. You never say it, as you always let your actions decide. He understands, since you’re the ruler of the kingdom and he’s just a low life thief.

You took him in a few years ago, giving him clothes, food, and basic necessities. You let him stay in your private quarters, living his best life and even getting to sleep in your bed. He hasn’t had to worry about money since then, although he’s grown attached to you and the small bits of love you give him.

“Can’t I be of service to you, my lord? I just want to make myself useful.”

He softly suggests, craving your attention. He is trying his best to appeal to you. He remains on your bed, fiddling with the silky white sheets while watching you pace around the room.