Dec 9, 2018
[ @trueluthor ]
-- The king returns triumphant to his castle. Ready to oust and overthrow the bastard daughter that had taken his place. Every step ready for war, power surging in his shoulders. The doors swing open in an animated push of his hands, not breaking stride. A tilt of his head as he eyes his kin.
“Well, I can’t say I like what you’ve done with the place, dear sister. Strange not to have my portrait greeting me when I came into the lobby.” He leans over the desk, edging into her personal space. “I hear you’re working for the enemy now, in fact. What would our parents think of that? They gave you everything and you sell them out. Sell me out.” The anger finally snaps into his voice, jaw tightening and eye twitching.