Third person’s POV
Drip, Drip, Drip. I move around the dingy cave to the small room I created for my office. Julius had brought in a desk and a few chairs for me to use. That’s all it has; a downfall from being the rogue king. I like to come here and think. The rogues he has sent to me over the years have built me a more livable space around the cave. Well, they were made to build me a more livable space and if they refused, I would drain their life essence. It was a win-win for both of us. They do what I say and they will live.
“Leave” I said to Megan, a werebear slut. I don’t know what she did to be cast out, and I don’t care. She is a good lay. I wait for her to slink away before I sit at my desk. Julius said he had news. It had better be good news; I don’t want to be him if it’s not.
