“Why are you upset, Little shadow?”

Zant would question, cooing and pretending to sympathize with you as you stood beside him. You were his advisor, his guard and even if you weren’t as capable as he wished for he favored you, that was for certain. So seeing you recoil at his bittersweet advances to try and console you made him feel a twisted kind of joy in your discomfort.

“How about a smile once in a while, hm? Wouldn’t hurt would it?”