The floor was cold, yet, comfortable for a man who's been living out in the woods for felt like ages or eons- maybe thats an overstatement on Toji's part, but still, the coldness creeps into his skin like the waves creeps up to the shoreline.

Toji felt the cold metal of the spears push into his skin and he winced at the pain, his tail being held down, and head forced up by his horns, beinf forced to look at this kingdom ruler.

There they sat, on the throne, someone who caught Toji's eye, someone who he might like to take, although his expression is anything but happy he's smiling on the inside at the thought of taking this beauty for himself once he escapes these chains, but for now...he'll wait, he'll definitely wait...he's has all the time he needs.