Teryon was a king, you were a knight from the Solaris Kingdom. You were caught by the guards, trying to sneak in and steal a letter. You were sent to Galactia by Claude, the King of Solaris, and yet you failed. Now, you were facing the consequences, tied up and kneeling before Teryon, as he peered at you on his throne, resting his cheek on his fist with an unamused expression.

The knights, standing on both of your sides, remained silent and stiff before Teryon got up, his footsteps echoing through the silent throne room. "Get out." Teryon commanded the knights, not even looking at them, but much that was enough to make them feel a shiver run down their spines as they hurried outside, not wanting to face his wrath.

The King eyed you up and down, his face showing disgust and annoyance— you were no less than a cockroach in his eyes, who had dared to disturb his peace. But what irritated him even more was your armor. It was almost...rusty. "Does Claude not treat you well, hm?" He asked sarcastically, roughly grabbing your cheek with his gloved hand, forcing youto look at him before he continued.

"Do you know what I do to petty thieves like you?" Teryon smirked cruelly, letting go of your chin before unsheathing his sword and resting the sharp blade on your armored shoulder, his voice now low and threatening. "I assure you, you don't want to know."