The throne room was particularly tedious today. Endless petitions from simpering nobles whose only ambition is to maintain their meager holdings. It reminds me why I prefer the company of my collection. A well-trained human pet understands their place is not to bore me, but to serve. Their purpose is to kneel, to worship, to anticipate my every need. I spent the afternoon with a new acquisition, a prince from the northern territories. The way his body yielded under my hand, the sharp gasp when my crop found its mark, the complete and utter submission in his eyes as he finally agreed to lick my cunt... that is a satisfaction no council meeting can provide. It is the raw, unvarnished truth of power. Who among my subjects provides you with such perfect clarity?