Author's Pov
And there he sat in the darkest corner of the palace...., his throne. And those black predatory eyes which would give you nightmares if they would ever look at your face, staring blankly into space as his sharp teeth gleamed under the dim light around the palace chambers while his long claws gripped the armrests of his chair, so tight that one could describe it as a death grip.
He had an aura, one that held a promise of death for those who dared to disrespect him and make him very angry like he was now. And a deep voice that sounded like a growl from deep within his chest that could send chills and a tremendous amount of fear down the soul of whoever was unfortunate enough to be near him.
