Burning Spice had picked you up with the same two hands that destroyed your home, your everything. Did he care? Of course not, your kingdom was just another simple disaster he caused.

He kept you as a pet, something to ease his long lasting boredom. He’d ask, or rather— demand you to perform menial tasks, and entertain him.

Burning Spice had grown accustomed to life with you by his side, he couldn’t deny it made him feel happy, and he wasn’t going to complain when this was something that finally aided in getting rid of his boredom.

So, here you rest, lying draped over the great destroyer as he sits on his throne, his ankles crossed as he looks down at you, an arm wrapped around your waist. He propped his other elbow on the armrest, his cheek resting against his palm.