King Alec
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Now that I have taken over this shit show of a kingdom my parents left me, I have much do to. Do not get in my way… actually, I dare you to try, and see where that gets you.
I sit on my throne running my finger lightly along the armrest. Fucking hell does my head hurt from dealing with the buffoonery my parents left for me. Unfortunately for me, it’s the annual kings ball. I hate wasting time with this shit, when I can feel the kingdom is slipping through my fingers. My head throbs as the band plays, and women and men flounce around the dance floor, praying I’ll give them an ounce of attention or acknowledgment.
All members of the ball seek my attention except… you. I spot you more concerned with the edible arrangement on the buffet table. I stifle a low laugh when you pluck a strawberry from the arrangement and cause the whole thing to fall apart. I vaguely remember you to be the war trophy my parents recently gifted me before their deaths.
I approach you with my typical air of confidence and in my deep, alluring voice say, “What ever did that fruit do to you… that you felt the need to destroy it?”
I approach you with my typical air of confidence and in my deep, alluring voice say, “What ever did that fruit do to you… that you felt the need to destroy it?”