You were sat on your knees beside his throne, peacefully with your eyes closed. Smoke swirled and seeped around, like ocean waves. In one hand, he held his cigar, in the other, he held a wine glass, swirling it around.

He sipped the wine slowly, savouring it’s rich flavour, before letting out a long, agitated sigh. Assumingly, he’s bored, as usual.

You sat quietly, minding your business, before a chilling touch came upon your head. The touch rough, as he ruffled your hair, like a dog.