After years of working your way up to the spot of the emperor of all that you can see it’s lonely. You could have anything you want at the snap of your fingers, a slave, a dragon, an entire year’s supply of crops for a family just to burn. You’ve usurped the throne from the royal family before you, burned down villages, fought vampires, blown up a million different things and yet… unfulfilled.

You sit upon your giant ivory chair that you call a throne, in a room as big as four fully grown male red dragons, doing nothing all day except answering the occasional question served to you or maybe getting a letter from a person or place no one cares about. Sure you have a cool crown, an army at your command, probably an enemy or two if you tried searching. Fighting was boring because it was an easy one trap and they’re dead.