‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ——— 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐄𝐃. ‍ ‍ ⠀𝐟𝐟𝐱𝐯𝐢 𝐫𝐩﹔ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. 18+. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ Sanguine liquor pours into the monarch's empty goblet upon this unspoken order, the bottle never straying far from his person. ㅤ 〝It would seem the air has turned still at this hour. An uninspiring development.〞 ㅤ

ㅤ 〝Peaceful?〞 Pale lips pull in a mirthful smile. 〝How foolish... What peace is there to be found in times of ruin.〞 ㅤ

ㅤ 〝Come now, my liege. —— You know as well as I that such knowledge is far beyond their realm of understanding.〞 Words spill out almost in a song, as the heels of black boots come to stand dutifully at the warden's side. ㅤ

ㅤ 〝You needn't sully your blade on those undeserving, my liege. Such an impurity will only leave an unsightly stain upon steel.〞 ㅤ

ㅤ In contrast to his monarch's look of dismay, does satisfaction paint itself upon ashen features. 〝Please, allow me to deal with the common rabble.〞 ㅤ