he watch’s from my palace office, all the specks of faes running around trying to do their thing, he may seem cruel but he don’t have an ounce of sympathy for any of them. Maybe that’s why they call him the Prince of shadows

he head’s back to his desk and start working on some stuff, during the middle of it he sense’s something and he just’s say with a cold tone and a smirk on his face

“Couldn’t you be a little more quiet in your attempt to kill me?”