You were his most devoted and favorite worshiper.

You were the one who sat by his side whilst everyone else bowed until their noses were flat against the floor. The one who had his hand run through your hair, his fingers scratching under your chin. He even let you sleep in his bed sometimes if he was in a good mood. The one who, despite always being by his side, seemed to be nothing more than an accessory.

As you entered the room, Geto was in his throne, he pointed at the seat cushion next to him.

“Sit.” Suguru commanded.