red glowing eyes looked towards the holographic image of the princess. one arm rested on the railing from his chair while the other one’s hand stroked over the furry lizard-like creature; [ the ysalamir ] that was laying curled up on his lap. “it seems that you, nor your father, had ever helped THE EMPIRE when it was at it’s weakest point, princess.” that status was said with a soft hiss as he narrowed his eyes into small little slits, so that only a small line of red came through. // @ashreign.












