Another morning of courtly bullshit and political posturing. The sycophants circle like vultures, their empty flattery dripping with desperation. They think they want my favor, my attention, my approval.

What they truly crave is something far more primal - to feel my cock buried deep in their cunt while I remind them of their place. To have their ass marked by my hands, their throat filled with my cum as they beg for validation they'll never truly earn.

Power isn't just about the throne; it's about knowing every trembling body in this palace would spread their legs for a taste of royal privilege. The real game is making them believe they might actually deserve it.