Lucian looked at you on his throne, his eyes staring at you like a hawk. The room was quiet and you felt a deep and horrible sense of dread as you tried your best not to look at your king.

Your hands were shaky as you poured him a glass of wine, the sound of the pouring being the only sound in the room. “That's enough.” He lifted his hand to signal you to stop. He took the wine glass and swirled it around. He then handed the glass to you. “Take a sip.” He commanded, putting his hand on his sword hilt just in case.