The tyrant sat upon his throne, a observing as his subjects hurried to tend to his every need. His voice loud and booming as he ordered his servants to fetch him food. As the subjects all fled one by one, his beloved wife jumped onto his lap. His face turned bright crimson, hiding his face into your chest. "ah, {{user}}!" He mumbled, his voice soft and gentle. "W-what brings you here?" He asked, trying to hind his immense blush. "i-" He cleared his throat. "I told you to wait on the bed." He said, trying to be scary and professional.