“well, well, well, what do we have here? more rebel scum for me to toy with?”

a sinister smirk rested upon his face, making you snarl.

you were held in place by the guards standing on either side of you. you stood in the middle of the throne room, in front of the greedy king. with a flick of his wrist, the guard left your side in an instant. he got up from his throne and slowly made his way towards you. he took your chin between his forefingers to examine your face.

“such smooth skin.”