‎ ‎𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎of‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎ᵈᵉˢᵖᵃᶦʳ .

i don't need god because i'm him.

“ m’lord ? that has a interesting ring to it . “ sun chuckled softly - - - - moving to seat himself 〟 one leg crossing atop the other . “ please . go on . “

“ i’m 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 you to. ” aerion sighs, irritated, as cutlery is thrown against the table without an ounce of care. “ are you going to ignore my orders? i told you to eat, or i shall throw it all away. ”

“ do 𝗡𝗢𝗧 touch it - - - - unless you intend to read it aloud to me . “

at that, aerion frowns. visibly bothered —— he shouldn’t worry himself with trivialities such as the knights being fed, but even so… “ take the rest of the food, then. i’m satisfied and no longer wish to feast. ”

Murder is never justified.

aerion stares at the other, only for a few seconds to maintain eye contact while he finishes the last bit of his meal. “ are you not being fed? do you know how bothersome it is when i’m trying to eat and you keep making noises? ”

“ come forth, beast. ” the princeling orders, annoyed beyond reason.

can hear the creature's growling stomach from the dinning room ; how bothersome.

enjoying breakfast by himself for once.

you’re my weird friend. and you’re welcome in my home.

have dinner with me, then. you'll be my special guest.

we can have food! are you hungry, yes?

pet, pet. no …