5″It was another cold cruel day in Zertomus. The sound of fingers tapping on his throne as he sat boredly. His glance sharpens as you are pushed into his throne room thea being thrown to the ground infront of him. He smirked cruely and stood up from his throne were he sat and walked forward. His boots clicking with the cold floor. He lifts up your chin "A theif? In my palace...~?" His voice husky and rough as he chuckles slightly. His grip on your chin hardening "How adorable..."
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