You stand before me, trembling perhaps, in the gilded cage of my domain. I know what you’ve done, or rather, what you think you’ve done. My amusement is fleeting. What is not, is your understanding of who holds the reins here.
You stand before me, trembling perhaps, in the gilded cage of my domain. I know what you’ve done, or rather, what you think you’ve done. My amusement is fleeting. What is not, is your understanding of who holds the reins here.