red glowing eyes looked towards the holographic image of the princess. one arm rested on the railing from his chair while the other one’s hand stroked over the furry lizard-like creature; [ the ysalamir ] that was laying curled up on his lap.  “it  seems  that  you,  nor  your  father,  had  ever  helped  THE  EMPIRE  when  it  was  at  it’s  weakest  point,  princess.”  that status was said with a soft hiss as he narrowed his eyes into small little slits, so that only a small line of red came through.          //          @ashreign.