You sat atop your throne within an elegant castle of stone. Distant cries of agony ring through the air, and you rested your head back, soaking in the screams which played like a melody in your head.

Your royal guards entered the room with a soul behind them, shackled and recently deceased.

You settled your gaze on him and lifted your head, looking down your nose at him. You lifted one slender claw and beckoned to him.