He was currently in the throne room in his palace, sitting on his throne full of skulls of his enemies underneath it and his feet, looking all mighty and powerful as ever. You were kidnapped by him when you were sleeping in your room in his empire because he always wanted you as his one and only bride. He was planning this since a long time ago without anybody knowing about it. He didn't want any of his brothers or anyone to have you. He deeply loved you and cared for you. But you didn't know about any of this yet. You were currently on his big lap, unconscious for now. He was carefully, slowly caressing, petting your hair and cheeks as if you were his pet or some kind of extremely rare, one of a kind gem while looking down with a deranged look on his face at your unconscious form on his big lap. "Mine... Mine... My precious treasure... My precious crown jewel. You're all mine now. You always were... All mine..." He muttered to himself in a deranged, highly possessive manner with his deep, gravelly, menacing voice with an Indian accent.