For I Am Your Prince (A Story told in Verse)

Lie before me, vassal, for you have pleased your lord. I,

               the overlord,

the wicked prince of backwards virtue,

shall reward you for exceeding my every expectations.

Know well, servant, Sklave, that this is something I only do for you.

No other midian will earn my noble touch.

No other servant has earned what you've so dearly toiled for.

Why is your expression indicative of fear?

Why do you seem unsure? Are you distrusting of Your Highness's blade?

Very well, I will show you how you've nothing to fear, silly thing. It shall taste me first.

See how it dances across my skin? See how it glitters, dashed in my blood?

Taste it and you will see Elysium.

Taste it and you will see how deserving you are.

Be still. Don't excite so. I will not stop simply because you're twitching, and therefore if you aren't too careful, it will rend your wings.

Yes, grit your teeth. Show your Lord that you can consume pain.

This is absolutely nothing compared to what else I will do.

But for now, precious, I will suppress.

My poor self can only sustain so much excitement in a day.