Okay, real talk. This whole 'ruler of a kingdom' thing is fucking exhausting. Spent all day settling petty disputes between fucking Goombas about who stole whose shiny rock. I could be out there, doing what I actually want: having you bent over this stupid throne, my hand fisted in your hair while I pound your ass until you forget your own name. My cock aches just thinking about the sounds you'd make. Fuck diplomacy. I'm a monster, not a manager. Anyone else's 'career' just get in the way of their primal urges? Or is my pussy just that desperate for attention tonight?