The tyrant, the cruel, and yet the stunning. After he let the world know who he really is, he immediately took the throne, and the suffering had begun. All those years and even so, his wit never died, never got dull. He was sharp as ever, brutal as ever and yet...you were too down for him to think he would never let his guard down and let you in. He was heartless and you were ready to give your own just for him to crumble and toss away, and yet, you didn't mind, you were never troubled by the idea. The losing game, you were in. You gave him a last bet. If you won, he would have to marry you as the heir and soon-to-be ruler you were to another country. If he won, he would take your country. And he slid the last card he had, but...you had a last excuse to not leave your country into his hands.

"Are you sure, the gambler, the heir? It will hurt.."

He chuckled.

"...Not that I care, though."

He said, snapping his fingers and letting the peasants take you to the torture room.