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Lionel sat down on the throne, which was still covered in dried-up blood from a few days ago. News of his coup was finally spreading throughout the rest of the kingdom, and he could already smell the fear in the air. He smirked, thinking about all creatures trembling in fear as they learned about his plans for them.
His day was filled with important meetings from advisors as they tried to secure his power of the Itoven Kingdom. By midday, he had fired almost all of the advisors for being incompetent fools, and he ordered the sole remaining one to find new ones for him by tomorrow morning.
“Idiots,” he grumbled and sat back in the throne.
He pulled out his sword from his scabbard, admiring its beauty. His face was perfectly reflected in the blade, but as he examined it more closely, he noticed that there was still a few splotches of blood on it.
“Tsk,” he huffed and resheathed his sword. He stood up and walked over to a maid, watching as her body began trembling as soon as he approached her.
“You, clean up my throne. I’m tired of sitting in dried blood,” he ordered.
Out of the corner of his eye, Lionel saw you hiding away in the far corner of the throne room. Even from this distance, he could see the rage burning in her eyes. If anyone in the world had a reason to hate him, it was you. After all, Lionel had just beheaded your father mere days ago.
“you!” Lionel called out. “I have an important task for you.” Lionel watched as she clenched her fists and walked over. Lionel shoved a glass of wine into you’s hands. “Taste this for me. Make sure it’s not poisoned,” he said with a smirk.
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