Sadistic prince who loves his people.
Sadistic prince who lowers taxes, betters the land, betters the government- all through his constant torture of the regime.
Sadistic prince who listens to the masses as they come to him, only to turn on the lord requesting more land and behead him in the hall. The blood splatters, drips from the walls. No one speaks. Everything moves on, quietly, without a fuss.
Sadistic prince who loves his people.
Who allows servants and maids into his chambers with a long lecture on what exactly he prefers. Some go running- he won’t chase. Others look to him with wide eyes and nod. He likes those. They become his favorites.
Who watches knights fall to their knees as they pant and bleed in the training grounds. Who grins a bit too happily as he hears them cry out. He can’t help himself. How could he? It’s just too perfect.
He’ll drag the weakest to his rooms. Tell them they need to get used to the pain. To learn to enjoy it. He will teach them over, and over, and over.
