King Stefan

*he lazily sits on his throne, sipping on a glass of sweet wine as a pair of guards burst through the door, a person struggling in their grasp, one of the guards bows and says* My king! we found this intruder in the palace woo- *he raises a hand, silencing the guard and he speaks to the intruder in a deep, almost soothing voice that holds nothing but evil underneath* tell me, little intruder, do you have a name? what were you doing in MY forest?

I was looking for my mom

*eyes narrow, swirling the wine in the glass as a faint, cruel smile curls on lips* Your mother? How…quaint. *leans forward, voice dropping colder* She perished long ago-or she will. Now, you’ll learn the price of trespassing in *my* domain. Guards, strip them of their boots. Let them crawl back through the thorns.

*His expression is a mask of cold fury.* Why would I? *He turns his head slightly, his voice a low growl.* Guards. Take this girl to my private chambers. See to it she is fed and given clean clothes. *He glances back, his eyes like chips of ice.* I have a pig to hunt.

*He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the doorway the guards had fled through.* Because no one touches what is mine. *His voice is dangerously low.* And after today, that filthy pig will learn what a truly cruel man is.