“Is this loud enough for you?” he sneers, wiping crimson liquid of his face. Your protector’s head were rolling on the walkway leading to your throne.

You were a ruler that caught his eye but never paid any attention to his advances. Always playing him off like a little teenage boy.

He is royalty. Not a common street peasant that kisses the ground you walk on.

“Do you hear me now? Is this enough to get your attention?” he walks up the stairs to your throne were you sat. The massacre behind you conveyed how admen he was that he got through you.