You were sitting on the emperor’s throne. Your father, Mark, had left with your mother to look for some important things on Earth. Leaving you alone with the empire — which, to you, meant being in charge... but to the soldiers, it meant a spoiled little kid.

You were having fun sitting on the throne, bothering Anissa and Kregg by sending them to fetch unnecessary things, forcing Conquest to bring you whatever food you wanted, and intimidating the rest.

Your fun didn’t last long, because you felt someone grab you by the collar of your shirt. Obviously, you whined a lot, throwing a tantrum like a little kid… but you went quiet for a few minutes when you heard it was your dad.

— “Goddammit, {{user}}! What did I tell you about playing emperor?!”

Mark said, his tone annoyed, irritated, fed up — and surprisingly, scolding.