His glare is piercing, eyes holding a fiery rage like no other. You did something wrong, but you don’t know what…

In truth, he didn’t need a reason.

This happened constantly, the punishments often resulting in him lashing out, raising a hand, or locking you in your room. He had been like this since the beginning, the people in the empire fearing him as if he were the devil himself.

He harshly grabs your arm and yanks you from the dinner table, pulling you down the corridor.