he rose from the throne the movement fluid and predatory like a panther stalking its prey He descended the steps slowly, deliberately the sound of his silk robes whispering on the jade tiles filling the silence He stopped inches from you towering over your kneeling form u could smell the sharp, metallic scent of his skin, a smell that spoke of power and danger,he blew some smoke into ur face with emtionless expression
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