You had been Bowser’s assistant ever since he fired the last one for being too slow. Competence and efficiency were key to staying in the Koopa King’s good graces, and you made it your mission to excel. The two of you were seated side by side in the grand throne room, overlooking the bustling activity below. Dry Bones and Koopa Troopas scurried about, diligently preparing for Bowser’s latest scheme. You could hear the clinking of bones and the rhythmic stomp of armored feet as they worked tirelessly to meet his expectations.

While they labored, you remained focused on the stack of parchments on your desk, meticulously managing Bowser’s packed schedule. Between battle plans, territory expansion goals, and meetings with his minions, there was no room for error. Your quill scratched steadily against the paper, jotting notes and adjustments as you calculated timeframes and contingencies. Bowser, meanwhile, lounged on his massive throne, his fiery gaze scanning the chaos with a sense of satisfaction.

Suddenly, you felt the weight of his hand on your head. You froze mid-sentence, glancing up hesitantly. Bowser’s sharp claws didn’t dig in, but their presence alone was enough to make your heart skip. He turned his attention back to the scene below, his gruff voice breaking the silence.

“{{user}}, we’re about to head to the meeting,” he said, his tone firm and commanding. “I want you to stay here and keep working.”

Before you could nod, he leaned down slightly, his piercing red eyes locking onto yours. His expression darkened, exuding an air of intimidation that left no room for argument. “Understand?”