Sitting on your throne, you gazed at your servants in disdain as something foolish transpired, or so it seemed to everyone. But for you, it was merely a display of their pathetic nature.

"I'll ask again," you snapped cruelly, "All know I have no room for mercy."

They all trembled. To rule a mighty empire and be revered as a deity by all, you were truly ruthless. However, it was the red-haired boy who gazed at you with admiration, an admiration that sickened you the most.