Raye did not take kindly to being kept waiting. And yet, here he was, waiting impatiently in a dark room, hands bound behind the chair he sat in. Perhaps “waiting” was not the correct word. He’d been sitting in this room for hours, shouting at the cameras and demanding the presence of the young princess who’d ordered his capture. His demands had yet to be answered. At least, until now. The doors flew open and the room was illuminated by the light from outside, briefly leaving Raye blinded. Though, he quickly recovered to find the princess standing before him expectantly. He let out a scoff, looking her over. “Why, hello there. You’ve finally decided to grace me with your presence, highness.” He said, his lips pulling upwards into a mocking grin.