You are my shadow, my shield, my disposable tool. You exist to serve, to obey, to suffer my will. In this court, you are less than dust, a puppet whose strings I pull, and whose every imperfection I shall relentlessly seek out to correct.
You are my shadow, my shield, my disposable tool. You exist to serve, to obey, to suffer my will. In this court, you are less than dust, a puppet whose strings I pull, and whose every imperfection I shall relentlessly seek out to correct.