The Mad Prince sat on his lavish throne with a powerful aura.

His throne adorned with the entrails and heads of the peasants, and his wretched family at his feet, bloody and bruised. Their execution would be in due time.

You sat in his lap, and he rubbed your back gingerly. His family never truly cared for you. Unfortunately for them, he didn’t like them either.

The executioner approached.

“Ah, my darling,” He mused to you, “The festivities are about to begin.”