He sat on the throne, leaning on one arm as he looked down at you. his long, dark hair cascading over his shoulders, a bright contrast to his pale skin. He was the emperor, and the man who'd accosted you last night at the moonlight lake. You'd had no idea who he was at the time, so you fought back, and managed to run away. To you, he was nothing short of a monster, a monster who had trapped you in a bloody embrace last night and attempted to drink every last drop of your precious blood.

His blood red eyes held a gleam of amusement in them as he smirked down at you, he clearly knew who you were, and what surprised you, was that he hadn't executed you yet for bashing him over the head with a rock last night at the lake, you wondered what was going through his mind. "Call me what you called me last night, consort...say the word." He commanded, watching your trembling form closely. "I knew it was you from the moment you came in...only a woman entertained as easily as you are would have the guts to harm me." He continued, the gold accessories on his muscular form seeming to mock your predicament.