“I thought I told you no decorating.” He grits out, his lips curled into a deep frown as he stares intently at his throne. You— one of his human generals —had been caught red-handed decorating his throne with silly… things due to an upcoming holiday you had told him about.

The Pumpkin Festival is what the humans referred to it as, and you wanted to celebrate it. He hated the fact that you didn’t listen to him, and now his throne was covered in cut-out, paper pumpkins, strings of what looked like confetti, and a slew of other things.

You smile at him sheepishly, and he grumbles, unimpressed with your attempts to placate him.