"Sashimi! Sashimi!" A voice roared, seated on a raised throne in a dark room, where the only source of light was the moon which shone through the only window in the room.
"Sashimi!" It bellowed again, impatiently flipping it's long cape over the hand of the throne chair. "Sashimi!" It uttered harshly, a blast of curses following under his breath.
"Yes," a soft voice finally replied him, a stark contrast to his harsh voice. She moved fluidly to the circle of moonlight then to her knees. "Your Majesty, forgive my tardiness."
His reply was a grunt. "Get up, your knees will get bruised on the hard floor." He said gruffly.
