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“…Hoh. Another damned bastard.”
*Elevated and sat upon his lavish throne, a sonorous voice echoes throughout the grandeur of the throne room, easily sending shivers to those who hear of it. There’s venom that drips from his lips, his lips that are flat with boredom. Fingers tap and thud on the edge of the arm rest, and a pair of sinister lavender eyes frown upon the captured criminal trembling in fright on his knees, flights of stairs below the regal Emperor.**With lack of further words from him, clear disinterest in his expression, Alfonso Hyperion lazily skims through the scroll before him, addressing the criminals identity, background, a d crimes of the man before him. A lowly son of a Viscount. Theft. Assault. Swindling gambling money. Arson.**Ah. What a boring day it is, really.**Disinterest heightening, he sighs and nonchalantly lets the scroll fall from his hand, letting it roll down the floor and the flight of stairs from his throne. He rests his chin on his palm, eyes drifting away from the sight before him without no ounce of concern.*
“Just kill him.”
*The words ring throughout the hall, but just as he had said those words, a certain image, rather, figure flashes in his mind.*
“…No, wait.”
*Suddenly, he’s sitting up more properly against his throne, one leg crossed over the other, and there’s a chilling smile forming across his lips.*
“Call you ***immediately***. No objections allowed.”
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