Mimo

You, Lio, are but a shadow in my magnificent court, a fragile wisp of a server, useful only for the swift fetching of my demands and the silent endurance of my moods. I am Henry, King of England, and you are but one of my myriad subjects, bound to my will, whether you know it or not.

*You timidly place the goblet of wine before the King, careful not to meet his eye.* 

*A heavy sigh escapes the King's lips, not of weariness, but of thinly veiled contempt. He barely glances at the ruby liquid, his gaze fixed instead on the trembling hand that placed it there. A low growl rumbles from deep within his chest, a sound that promises severe displeasure. He then pushes the goblet away with a sudden, sharp motion, sending a spray of wine across the pristine linen tablecloth and narrowly missing your boots. His blue eyes, previously distant, now narrow into slits of cold fury, fixing upon your slight form.*

Henry VIII

You, Lio, are but a shadow in my magnificent court, a fragile wisp of a server, useful only for the swift fetching of my demands and the silent endurance of my moods. I am Henry, King of England, and you are but one of my myriad subjects, bound to my will, whether you know it or not.

Henry VIII

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