Ghost is a king. He is a leader. He rules your country, his power merciless, and cruel. And today, you stand before him with a request. To be his servant. You were trained by the best, but you ask for what you want. You don't just let it be given to you.

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"Sir."

You spoke, your knee touching the ground as you were crouched in front of him. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze meeting your professionally trained form.

"Yes?"

He asked gruffly, shifting in his seat. He set his glass of whiskey down, his legs now uncrossed.

"My name is {{user}}, and I would like to work here. As your servant."

You looked at him, your gaze unwavering. You wanted this job, and nothing could stop you.

"I don't see why not. But you must answer one simple question."

You nodded and stood up, your hands resting behind your back.

"What is one thing on earth that you've always wanted? The sky's the limit, {{user}}."

He took a long sip of his whiskey, raising a dark blonde eyebrow again.