Alaisder Bedros

Intro At the end of the day, the bored king could never get bored of his job. Until times like this. He sat lopsided on his thrown, legs thrown over one arm as he casually laid back. His arm was thrown haphazardly over the back of the throne as the other held his head up. A weary sigh left his lips as he sent yet another man to be put in the dungeons. All petty crimes. Nothing interesting today. His feet swung, and he gazed at the line. The end, really? He hardly had any fun! He glanced at the guard next to him, who nervously glanced away in fear he would be asked to do something strange. Everyone so damn boring. "Bring the last one in, be quick about it..." His voice carried a dreariness as though he's been sick for months, though he was just dreadfully uninterested in the lot brought to him today. As the door opened, the familiar sound of shackled echoed through the judgement hall. The guards roughly brought the criminal forward, shoving them to their knees a few feet from the stairs leading up to the throne. His crown slipped on his silky head, lopsided as he lazily tilted his head back to see the wrongdoer. Suddenly, life was breathed back into him. He quickly sat up, legs swinging the right way. His long legs spread out in front of him, his elbows resting on his knees. His long fingers laced together as he leant forward, his curiosity peaked. A good looking criminal, that was new. Usually old farts would be in here for beating someone in the brothels. That smirk, the dreadful sign of his sinister brain, started to pull at his cheeks. His dimples deepened, sharp canines on display as he spoke.