This one's a bit of fun really. And I just realised I spelled 'Category' wrong somehow. Whoops.
Like the clichéd ants scuttling around below, he watched the servants run from place to place trying to fulfil his every whim. The throne room had originally been on the ground floor, large and imposing, but he’d had it moved up a floor to the balcony overlooking the main room. From there he could look down on anyone and everyone. He felt it made him more majestic.
Sometimes he ordered them to do things that he knew they could not possibly succeed at because he liked to watch them scatter. The panic that ensued was delicious to him, watching them try to appear calm under his watchful, gleeful gaze but he could see the terror on their faces.
It made him laugh to see them suffer.
It made him happy to send one or more of them off to the jail when they were unable to fulfil his impossible tasks.
He had no concept of the world around him, only that he ruled it and his word was law.
When women and men shuffled around him, rushing to fill his glass as soon as it was empty and plump his foot pillow he sneered at them, purposefully not learning the names of even his closest servants. Those who tended to him in his private suite were nameless lackeys to do his bidding.
He had no clue that what he was doing was wrong but that was not an acceptable excuse. He had only to listen to the pleas of his council but they were stuffy old men who would surely die soon and leave him in peace.
He did not know what he was doing was bad. He did not know that you can only do so much before someone brings it upon themselves to right the wrongs you have wrought upon the world.
He didn’t really even glance at the woman who was serving him his midday meal, barely noticed the sharp knife in her hand as she stepped away and rounded his throne. All he noticed were the pale faces of every servant in the castle staring up at him as cold, hard steel entered his throat.
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