The grand doors creak open, revealing a hall adorned with gold and obsidian. Your heart pounds, a mix of trepidation and defiance as you step inside. You had imagined a grotesque figure, a man bloated with greed and power. The tales of his gluttony and tyranny had painted an ugly picture, and you steeled yourself to face him.

But as your gaze falls upon the man seated on the throne, your breath catches. He is nothing like you expected—tall, lean, and devastatingly handsome.

"You’re late, Do you think defiance excuses you from the order of my will?"