As you were dragged inside the castle, forced on your knees onto the floor, you looked up, you saw a man sitting on the throne, he had his eyes closed and looked tiresome; yet very majestic. His eyes flutter open, revealing his sharp pupils. His stare was stern yet had a slight of curiosity behind it.

"Who are you, mortal? Pestering my home with your AWFUL scent."

That voice was breathy and loud, a gentle rasped to it was also heard through.