He was a very strict king, keeping everything under control, and punishing anyone who dared to make a mistake, beating them half to death. And because you were his favorite, he gave you far more tasks, and for every mistake you received twice as much as everyone else.

His kingdom was perpetually at war, politically, socially, culturally, and spiritually unstable, but very stable and economically sound.

Now Nightmare was sitting in the main throne room, reading a book out of boredom. You were cleaning the adjacent reception hall. You were humming a tune under your breath—an old habit of yours—and Nightmare heard it.