Deep maroon braids caught your waning vision before the emperor’s silencing glare could, the black ombre that his fingertips faded into, due to years of dark magic abuse, thrumming impatiently on his thigh. To be unamused within his own home was dangerous to those around Lucius, meaning your life was on the line when addressing your monarch. Flirting with death may have become more literal than figurative at this stage. Knees planted firmly into the black marbled tile, a powerful force held you as you dared to meet his violet gaze. Furious.

You’d stolen from him. Though, it was not this action that enraged him so. You’d been caught; an embarrassing blunder that would have your hands torn from your body in nigh every other kingdom. But not here.

“Your clumsiness amused me. However,”

Lucius began, the invisible force drilling your body further, forcing your head down. This was surely a result of his wicked sorcery. It appeared you were bowing to him, your reverent form drastically unrepresentative of your true position.

“I don’t chase mice.”